Paid in England - 20.03.2025

From the very first minutes of the morning
When the Sun's rays kiss the frozen Earth
My phone, my mailbox, and the steps of my doors
Are under constant assault
HMRC, DVLA, SLC
All want to peek into my pockets
And the NHS and UKVI
Want to know all about me
MI5 likes to watch me when I sleep
And the Met just won't leave me alone
All the parties need me to vote for them
And every church insists it won't survive
Without my warm prayers and donations
The Army keeps trying its bloody best
To shove a rifle onto my shoulders
But the BBC wants me to give up
And get that damn TV licence of theirs
Charities ask for some money and time
As if my boss leaves me much of either
Oh, what have I done, and what is my crime,
That they all torment me so?