The only song lyrics I ever wrote

You can tell I wasn’t in a serious mood when I wrote these words.

 

About those bankers’ bonuses – Reaction from the street (no, not Wall St; Laredo)

As I ventured out on the streets of Manhattan

As I wandered all around Wall Street one night

I spied a rich banker all decked out in satin

All wrapped in green dollars that weren’t his, by right

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“I sense from the stench that you’re filthy with money”

I snarled as he strutted and swaggered on by

“Don’t take it so hard.” he scoffed, really, it’s funny;

I’ll show you how easy it is if you lie”

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“First tell me” I said, “what’s that under your bandage,”

“Does conscience rebel from retirees robbed clean?”

“No, widows and orphans provide my advantage;

Those losers have paid for my gold limousine”

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The momemt he said that, the sky just exploded

A warning he couldn’t ignore was at hand.

Defiant as ever, he sneered “Hey, I’m loaded,”

“For my last procession here’s what I demand:”

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“Get six wealthy bankers to praise me forever

Let six glass seagulls extinguish my flame”

Then, proud as a prince, he proclaimed to the weather

“I die with a fortune, so I win the game!”

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Well I’ll give him that, there’s a lot in his pail

He fattened himself through astute escapades

Whether con game or card game, rewards were his grail

His last game was Hearts; his reward – Queen of spades.

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EPITAPH (change-of-pace):

Another tycoon counting debts

saw that this is as bad as it gets

So, breaking the chains from his ill-gotten gains

he’ll divest to paralyzed vets.