Bills

Bills

Bills drop through my door
like blue whales.
One, two, three;
gas, electric, water.
And there’s more;
telephone and computer
on top of food, drink
and council tax.
Let me be,
I don’t occupy much space.
A consumer – yes – but a small one.
I hurry to the bank
and empty my account with a card flick.
Another few months of grace
before bills drop through my door again;
blue whales drinking my account dry
like a vast thirsty beast.