Poetic-Verses
'' Cash Rich But Bloody Dead ''
My stomach churns,
The fire burns,
Just who produced that leak,
I'll have to hide my tax returns,
My excuses are very weak.
Legalised wealth,
Obtained by stealth,
That is the way to go,
Yes, I'm in financial health,
How, you need not know?
Way off shore,
Is money galore,
In havens which are regal,
Morally wrong, it's not a chore,
It's all entirely legal.
For wealth creation,
There's no cessation,
Though you may find life tough,
On us there will be no taxation,
We just can't get enough.
You can be sure,
Although you're poor,
We'll treat you all as fools,
For poverty there is no cure,
Why, it's we who make the rules.
It's you we stitch,
That's why we're rich,
We really are rank rotten,
This leak to us is just a glitch,
Our gains are all ill-gotten.
We have no regret,
No need to fret,
Our lies we keep well hidden,
This temporary blip you'll soon forget,
Criticism is forbidden.
What leaves me cold?
Is I'm getting old,
This thought fills me with dread,
The future for us can be foretold,
' Cash Rich, But Bloody Dead '
'' YOU CAN'T TAKE IT WITH YOU ''
HA HA
The fire burns,
Just who produced that leak,
I'll have to hide my tax returns,
My excuses are very weak.
Legalised wealth,
Obtained by stealth,
That is the way to go,
Yes, I'm in financial health,
How, you need not know?
Way off shore,
Is money galore,
In havens which are regal,
Morally wrong, it's not a chore,
It's all entirely legal.
For wealth creation,
There's no cessation,
Though you may find life tough,
On us there will be no taxation,
We just can't get enough.
You can be sure,
Although you're poor,
We'll treat you all as fools,
For poverty there is no cure,
Why, it's we who make the rules.
It's you we stitch,
That's why we're rich,
We really are rank rotten,
This leak to us is just a glitch,
Our gains are all ill-gotten.
We have no regret,
No need to fret,
Our lies we keep well hidden,
This temporary blip you'll soon forget,
Criticism is forbidden.
What leaves me cold?
Is I'm getting old,
This thought fills me with dread,
The future for us can be foretold,
' Cash Rich, But Bloody Dead '
'' YOU CAN'T TAKE IT WITH YOU ''
HA HA
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`` Cash Rich But Bloody Dead ``
`` Cash Rich But Bloody Dead ``
