On My Soapbox
Banks have it made, they use our money
To make themselves oodles of cash
Then pay us a mere pittance in interest
How come they get away with this trash?
Back in the days of old Jesse James
Were the banks as rich as today?
Did they rip us off like they're doing now?
No wonder Jesse tried it his way!
Is there no justice, is there no law
That prevents such obscene behaviour?
Are we always destined to suffer in silence?
Will the government act as our saviour?
Again on my soapbox and rightly so
Common man doesn't stand a chance
To retire in comfort like our grandparents did
We've all got big holes in our pants
What if we keep our savings in a shoebox
Will the economy crumble and fail?
The rich CEOs, the damn powers that be
Should be served and locked up in jail
© Jack Ellison 2013
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2013
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