04-29-2024, 07:55 AM
O ye bankers
ye wankers -
cat people all
yet coughing up no money,
only a furball
for the masses,
lazy asses,
on the dole all day.
Ye who toil and
turn, roil and
burn, in the seething May
in your shiny steel buildings
like double glazed glass guildings,
like colonials unyielding
in the heat of Mandalay.
Though the natives be toiling
to keep your kettle boiling,
the partridges from spoiling
that you shot with the Vicar of Bray,
‘tis your grief alone matters,
your bonuses in tatters,
not the state of Thames’s waters,
that’s a problem for another day.
ye wankers -
cat people all
yet coughing up no money,
only a furball
for the masses,
lazy asses,
on the dole all day.
Ye who toil and
turn, roil and
burn, in the seething May
in your shiny steel buildings
like double glazed glass guildings,
like colonials unyielding
in the heat of Mandalay.
Though the natives be toiling
to keep your kettle boiling,
the partridges from spoiling
that you shot with the Vicar of Bray,
‘tis your grief alone matters,
your bonuses in tatters,
not the state of Thames’s waters,
that’s a problem for another day.