...And I'm pleading with the powers, yeah the ones who love their state. Where its profits before the marginalised in this strata'd play of fate.
And I'm screaming at the mongers, selling a malingerers parade. Where its bombs before "oor" bairns in this warhorsed "social" state.
First past the Post... Equities of disease..
Living wage infractions..
Become this bourgeois wet dream...
Carnivorous cancers...
Form Vito's of class.
Still the price of a pound...
See's who's first and fears who's last…
Oh, blatant inequality between
a man and a woman! I could plainly glean
that from the little rendezvous we had
last night. I was intolerably bad
in how I behaved: a tongue-tied man,
unwilling to be content with less than
a pledge of paradise sealed by a kiss,
together uptight and excited with
your reticence, the glitter of your rings,
the strange configuration of the wings
behind your back... The crapulence, the crumbs
in lonely bed I curse when morning comes.
All kind of equities is just a fraud:
I dream about you, you dream me not.
For two months a beautiful young lady had a problem with her period
Her mother bought a kit of pregnancy from the market
And after testing , mother found her girl pregnant
She shouted, cried and cursed
And asked her daughter who was that pig that done to her like this
Daughter took the mobile and made a call
Few minutes later a man came and entered into their home
And told her parents that he is very sorry for that problem
But he had a solution though he could not marry her for personal reason
And start proposing that if the child is a daughter
Then he would bequeath her
Two retail stores, a city house and a beach villa
With an account of 10 million pound in a multinational bank
If the baby is born a son then his legacy would be
With two ternary factories
And 20 million pound worth of equities of car Maruti and Ferrari
If twins are born then one factory
And with 10 million pound bank account each
But if she miscarries how could I help her? He asked
Promptly her father who had remained silent till now,
Placed a hand firmly on his shoulder and told him that he could try again.
The New York Exchange is located on Wall Street.
Here in Lower Manhattan, business people meet.
Between opening and closing bells in each day’s course,
millions of corporate shares are traded on this bourse.
As company equities change hands on the Big Board,
investors from all over seek to reap their reward.
Whenever there are more participants who buy,
the prices of company stocks can go quite high.
Some large fortunes can be made when “buy” is the word.
Then it is a question of common or preferred.
However, when orders are coming in to sell,
falling stock prices to some people can be hell.
Do not always panic if bad occurs here.
Handsome rewards can come to those who persevere.
There is always that “quick killing” people want to see.
Those things are more fiction than fact, unfortunately.
Making money can be a true realization.
You must be in for the long run, not speculation.
Seek the successful firms for capitalization.
Knowledge and patience are what all people should know.
If you want to gamble, go to a casino.
Easy Money
Buy now, pay later.
You’ve got credit!
We’ve got debt.
Let’s swap.
It’s how we derive
With asset backed securities
For your house equities
To burrow into your burdens
Our financial inequities
Those company bonuses
As we put you into minuses!
Buy now pay later, so they tell us
Like what comes out of anuses.
The fallacy endows me with that trace of earth
a mock to seal exile - a curse.
This cover-up of worth, this fault proclaim
a life fulfilled with bartering, its lies sustain.
Injustice stands, as if a temple's feign
did sanction it, and then some truth's remain,
-was edging, put together, solaced fame,
a win unto itself, its own acclaim.
This clearing of the way, one other's gain,
without the fairness stay, without explain.
This thievery called "mine", is all but shame,
the stronger of the line, o'er takes the reign.
And that belonging's lost is grace in vain,
that beauty with its cost can find no wane
to ease its own heart, tossed and filled with blame,
from fighting for its own, consigned to strain.
God bring my mind to thought, in thee restrain
this exile of emboss, this cursed complain.
This raising from remorse by thy love sane,
so purging from accost can build thy name.
An equities enforce, our own faith's same,
is love between, a course, God's asking plain!
An equities' enforce, our own faith's same,
is love between, a course - God's asking, plain.