Poetry that thinks out loud

SLOW TRAIN

People build up with aggression.
As we fall deeper into recession.
As the banks get cut some slack.
Others find there‘s no way back.

Bank bosses still get their bonus.
Even though profits were bogus.
Eating more into the taxpayers money.
As if dipping in to a jar of honey.

Were high fliers were from a bank.
Well wake up because your ship sank.
A failed business is what you ran.
Destined to fail since math's began.

The figures sure didn't work out.
That's why your funds ran out.
Bankers should know of what to do.
Or else their lively hood is through.

Banking involves a half decent brain.
God must of thought you asked for a train.
So in return you got a slow one.
Is that why the banks come un-done.













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