He thought about his life in the last year.
He thought how his life couldn’t get much worse
And how he’d been under some kind of curse.
Bob used to be the same as his mate Fred
But Bob Smith’s business went into the red.
He owed so much money all over the small town
That the Inland Revenue closed him down.
Bob Smith filed for bankruptcy and became
A poor man with a very bad name.
Bob’s wife treated him like a dirty rat
And threw him out of their council flat.
Luckily Bob hasn’t got any kids
Which is just as well when he hit the skids.
He was homeless then went to live with Fred
And used Fred’s worn out sofa as a bed
Then got a council flat of his own
In a council redevelopment zone
Which meant the estate was very run down
In an extremely seedy part of the town.
Bob was only twenty-seven years old
When his worldly possessions were all sold
To help pay back some of his massive debts
He’d built up due to his booze and bets.
As Bob sat in his old armchair drinking
He started nostalgically thinking
About the time he spent going through school
And how he used to play the fool.
Bob didn’t do well in education
But luckily got an occupation
As a kind of apprentice engineer,
But held that job for barely a year
Then got sacked for stealing some of the stock
And for fiddling hours on the clock.
Then Bob was out of work for years
And developed a taste for drinking beers.
He wasn’t really looking for a job,
But met a man who took pity on Bob
And offered him some casual training
In private painting and decorating.
Bob speedily picked up the painting trade
And enjoyed the extra money he made.
Joe Gribble was his new employer’s name
And working the grey market was his game.
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