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Steinbeck gave us Grapes of Wrath
Woody gave music to that tale About the Banks and the Farmers When the harvests failed Now another breed of fat cats Have near brought the city down And they are asking the people To pass the hat around For the disaster would be huge If the system were to fail So the fat cats of the City Are saved by this blackmail So when this crisis is over And sanity rules the day I hope the fat cats of the city Are eventually made to pay Vote for this poem
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