Riding High
Those CEO'S are needing cash,
they went to Washington,
to the give me bash.
Riding high,
in their private jets,
how greedy can one get.
Save our jobs,
give us money,
hurry dummies.
Tax the poor,
we don't care,
life is not fair.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2008
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