My hubby went online today, to check our bank account
Not a single penny could he see, not in any amount
That just made me agnry, my head was like a storm
And we're all just sitting here trying to keep warm.
The ATOS doctor failed me, the DM did it too
And now I sit here skint again, ESA, because of you.
My feet they are so painful because of all the stress
You need to take a look around for problems to address
You stopped my money two weeks ago and kept my claim alive
So Income support can't pay me now, how will I survive.
And then today I was told that my claim it was now dormant
You could have sent a letter out and been a good informant
So now IS is in a rush and they hope to get it sorted
And whoever left my claim awake should have been reported.
I asked the guy what to do, my manner it was polished
No counter payments anymore, giros have been abolished
All payments will get there Friday, they say that is the latest
But hey I'm cold, my Fibros bad, I'm not feeling the greatest.
I wish you would treat yourself to some fibro education
And learn what we go through all across the nation
GPs tell us all the time we should remain calm
So you can keep your flannel and we don't need your charm.
ESA you've been a pain in many more ways than one
I wish you luck in your all travels ESA be gone
And maybe the next government will scrap your name for you
And none of us will miss you and you won't make us blue
I hope you go upon your way and no more will you show
Coz I tell you now here in print ESA + STRESS = BAD FIBRO