A lion with a mouse’s heart
Now is the time for you to part
For it has come to pass –
Your pinstriped arse is grass
Twas you who passed the lavish cheques
To mediocre non-execs
And rotten to the core
The traders on the floor
A corporate culture steeped in greed
Expressed a country gone to seed
For years it was thus
A world of them and us
Of wealthy flunkeys in black tights
And noxious trust fund parasites
The thick, idle and bent
Fat with entitlement
The Eton cronies and their ilk
Who guzzle down champagne like milk
As they, both pimp and whore
Take money from the poor
The bankers on the City bus
Who whinge on as they steal from us
Delighting in their trade
A corporate ram raid
We’ll quit the country they implore
If you dare tax us any more
I say well fuck off then
You avaricious men
Your forced departure from the bank
Will give you ample time to ... think
You won’t apologise
For all your greed or lies
Or the millions that you took
Perhaps you’ll write a boring book
But no-one would read through
A tome as dull you
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