This is caring share Britain
Where we're all in it together,
Though in truth that only applies
To our very uncertain weather.
He spotted an opportunity
And he jumped in quick
Before anybody realised,
His operation was so slick.
He's the toilet paper king of his city,
Bought every single solitary roll
Now he sells it by the sheet to those
Who can't afford to buy one whole .
He doesn't deal in sentiment,
Doesn't expect any thanks
Has a quiet satisfaction seeing
The growing balance in his banks.
Considering product expansion
Into bread and spuds as well
Such basic essentials he knows
Will so readily and quickly sell.
And he doesn't really care
People think he's not so nice
Because with the market cornered
He can just about name his price
He's so proud of his achievement,
Conscience? Not a single little bit
Thinks he's benefactor of mankind
Not just an exploitative little twit
To the victor goes the spoils
He who's quick enough to grab it all
Who cares about the little people
With their backs against the wall?