New Windows
Lay down
Your sweet and weary head
The shopping's over
You have come to journey's end
Sleep now
Dream – there are bells inside your mind
The phone is ringing
So you run to catch the line
A voice says "Hold please"
Swiftly you grow still more annoyed
Bad music is played
To fill the silence of the void
Safe in your hands
The phone soon starts speaking –
"What can you see
Through your old windows?
Is double glazing yours?
For quite low fees,
We will replace them.
We'll send a team
On Friday at two."
And so they come
And change the glass
In all of your windows
While hours pass.
Hope fades
When they produce the bill
The price is rising
And it is growing still
They say
They will wait a week or more
For their payment
Until they call the law
The bill is safe in your hands –
They're shaking.
What can you see
Through your new windows?
Why do the salesmen call?
You pay the fee –
They asked for double.
You have to sell
Most all of your things.
You sit at home
Now stony broke
The sight of your windows
Makes you choke
On all your food.