Warp, Inc
I work for Warp
It’s a warporation
That builds for war
And our warring nation
Financed by banks
With no inclination
To give their thanks
For the world’s cremation
Wily banksters
Have mastered inflation
Besting gangsters’
Fake money creation
They were dead set
To make a cash fountain
That’s based on debt
Higher than a mountain
Which is a boon
For us workers at Warp
Where we’ve ballooned
Into a mega-corp
Yet have no fear
Unless you short our stock
If then, oh dear
We may blow up your block
Copyright © David Fisher | Year Posted 2023
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