Mr Banker, I have caught you,
Your hands inside my pocket.
Now I will have to file this
And place it on the docket.
Your greed has new precedence,
You reap what I have sown.
Your gluttony will never fill
Till everything you own.
Surely you must be bored
Amongst your heavy wealth.
The wise laugh at your ways
Real riches is your health.
I seem very judgemental
But I despise your very way.
I do my honest daily work
But you take away my pay.
Have you never even thought
That interest bleeds us dry?
Now we must go to war
Forgive me for being wry.
How can we ever repay?
I guess it is my labour!
I have to fill my pouch,
I must Rob my neighbour!
You don't care about cash
You're just a bloody whore!
You want global serfdom
So I must now go to war!
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Author:
Gavin (
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Comments1
When i read your title 'bankers collapse' i wondered if it was a new dance.
Do you know who's got more money than your banker? The roman catholic church. The wealthiest organisation on the planet according to google (interesting reading btw). A whore? Well whore's dont have to apologise for peadophilia in their houses. Who's worse?
mystery babylon
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