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