Oh deary! Will folk never stop
Abusing our men at the top?
We gambled and failed,
And so we were bailed:
Why cannot the proles let it drop?
Oh deary! Alas and alack!
Again we are under attack
Because of the onus
To pay a big bonus
And give a few small folk the sack!
Alack and alas! What a shame
That still we must shoulder the blame
From emotional folk
Who can't take a joke,
And don't know the rules of the game!
What a shame! What a bore! What a pity!
We're cursed across country and City,
Although we can pay
Our fat cats today
Because they ate yesterday's kitty!
Buster Grabbe
As someone once said, and they won't stop griping until their heads hit the basket.
ReplyDeleteAs someone once nearly said, the world will only prosper when the last banker has been drowned in the liquid assets of the last corporate tax-dodger.
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