Wheelers and dealers,
Bankers with knives,
Slicing and dicing up,
Every day lives,
Buying and selling,
As much as they’re able,
With nary a clue,
About my kitchen table,
No ounce of concern,
About who gets burned,
Just their own bottom line,
Does a profit get turned?
No ethical squirms,
As they rape and they pillage,
Just financial concerns,
As they sell off each village,
Families out borrowing,
Just to buy milk,
While they lay around,
Counting threads in their silk,
Gambling and playing,
With everyday savings,
All steered by the market’s
Random psychotic ravings,
People so powerful,
Yet incredibly dumb,
Who need to be finally,
Brought under our thumb.
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Random Misanthrope 
very astute from someone who is hirsute 😉
Hahaha…….
beware I’m in the rhyming mood
my friend who is nicely tattooed
As you can see it isn’t my bag
perhaps I should go back to reading a mag?
Actually have you checked out Google’s main page today and played the guitar….very clever!
Google’s tribute’s cool and, hip!
I’d not seen it, thanks for the tip,
And your rhyming is not bad by half,
Enough to make me smile and laugh!
😉
I’m sure you are giggling at how bad my rhyming is but laughter is always good no matter where it comes from
Nah, the first two lines are brilliant! 😉
so you are saying the last two lines are crap???
take that back our you’ll get a slap 😉
Oh no no no, that wasn’t smart,
I mean the end’s good as the start,
Though I like the first two lines you see,
Because of course they mention me!
Fantastic! Very rhythmic and with a message that really hits home for a lot of us. A+
Thanks Teach!