A stretched black Cadillac, chauffeur at the wheel;
streetwise and wily in the art of the deal.
Met high-hats and lowlifes, met ’em eye to eye,
took ’em to the cleaners, hung ’em out to dry.
With the moves of a weasel, mind of a rat,
living like a pig and putting on the fat.
Rolling on the money roll, devil-may-care,
who gives a damn when the money’s always there.
Got brunettes in fishnets and peroxide blonds,
hedge funds, derivatives and counterfeit bonds.
A three-piece, silk tie and alligator boots;
Hollywood smile ’mongst his many attributes.
With a wag-ass swagger, his nose in the air;
laughing at the sycophants licking his rear.
In his cloaks and shadows, his venoms and lies;
bureaucrats sucking on his sweet little bribes.
Do-gooders doing good, got him on the run:
smooth-talking lawyers want to see him undone.
Take him to the cleaners, want his guts for bait,
his ass in a cell and his head on a plate.
Got a lust for blood and they want to collect;
but he ain’t bleeding, got his wears to protect.
To the laundromat, if you know what I mean;
muddied in the making but coming out clean.
Brief-cased, suited up and calling out his sins;
those brow-puckered lawyers with their square-jawed grins.
Not many as canny in cuffing the guilt
on the greasy hands of some ill-gotten filth.
Unsheathed, to the hilt in a tit for tat;
in for a kill and a feather in their hat.
The gloves are off but when it comes to the count,
he’ll flip ’em the bird from an offshore account.
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Author:
Tony Grannell (
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Have known a few and seen more. The only difference between them and the ones behind bars is they are smarter. Well crafted this poem with great rhyme and a story to tell that is nicely organized and easily identifiable. The character in this poem could easily be any one of a number of politicians or Wall Street bankers but also the guy on the phone selling you a scam. Loved it Tony
Hello Soren,
The world is full of them and they seem to be getting wilier by the day. Very kind of you to drop by and your words are very much appreciated.
Here's hoping you have a lovely day,
Tony.
You are most welcome my friend.
What an entertaining way to describe the scourge of the modern world, the powerful money men , from bankers, politicians to the fly boys it has them down to a tee, enjoyed the read
Hello, Tobani,
A scourge no doubt, the curse of money. Your words are very much appreciated.
Do take care now,
Tony.
You are very welcome
The perfect description of a conscienceless predator. You see them in all walks of life, natures abberations. This poem is smooth and sleek in the very best way, I think you could stand up to that guy any day. Brilliant!!
Hello Bella,
Smooth and sleek indeed, keeping in character with the slimy protagonist. Thank you ever so much for your review, most kind of you.
Wishing you all the very best,
Tony.
Excellent write
Hello Tony,
Thank you very much, kind of you to drop by.
Fond regards,
Tony.
You're welcome
Wot a luverly lad! Ain't he got class....
Got this small but nasty thing to attach to the underside of his limo... he fires up the ignition and the fire is bigger and better than anyone...
Poetic content fired me up also, Tony.
Hello, Dave,
Got you all riled up, I wouldn't blame you. The nasty thing under his car would be too quick. Thank you very much for dropping by.
All the best,
Tony.
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