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 Harry Sweeden. My life in verse.

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Bankers


(Wankers)

Treachery your only companion
truth only spoken in jest
lies, the warmth in your blanket…
keeps you warm as you rest.
Gambling with lives always fragile
stripping their flesh to the bone
left, are all those now crying
forced to flee from their homes.
Yet you sit in mansions and glory
silk sheets line your soft bed
you have all that life has to offer…
comfort is where you lay your head.
Governments bail out almost daily
billions are lost from us all
yet still there are young ones so hungry
but governments never hear their weak call.
Why is it that money goes back to money
though the money they lost, lost us all?
Bankers really are just wankers…
without a real set of balls!!!








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