Boomi Jack he wasna slack,
Called Boomi some of the time,
He thought he’d be a liberal hack,
Crawl right in the masters hide,
He figgered he’d look good,
If he praised the liberal way of thinking,
The moral cost when your rights were lost,
Wack it over the worker, without blinking?
Of course he thought that he was smart,
To drop the workers pay,
Get um contract, catch-em Bart,
The cheapest wage, hey hay,
You think the God of men would like?
This cheating way of life,
Next time your turn upon the bike,
Be cheated, blow yer fife?
So back to darkest Africa,
Fishing in the rubbish dump,
Here you be a little sad one, ah,
Sow bad, you reap, the chump….
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