rang up about me pension
it was a huge debate
couldn't believe the aggregation
couldn't believe my fate
can you tell me your name
i said it in a state
then asked me yet again
knew i was in a deep debate
can you tell me your date of birth
luckily i knew
can you tell me how much your worth
to be honest not a clue
scurrying through my paper work
knee deep up to my waist
thought this is hard work
so on the floor said grace
pleading for insanity
i asked a tiny question
she exclaimed profanity
as i told her about my election
well her voice it turned me on
that i must concede
slammed the phone down, gone
thus ending me pension scheme
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