You'd think by now companies would have seen the light
And stopped trading in Russia and doing what is right
But many big companies are still there, raking it in
Indirectly funding that war mongerer Vladimar Putin.
See the list of companies above and remember a name
How the hell do they sleep at night, have they no shame ?
Their profits are being payed with Ukrainian blood
Bodies of innocent people lying dead, in snow and mud.
Russians are cowards, man to man they won't fight
And fire missiles indiscriminately at everything in sight
A sign of sheer desperation by an evil Russian despot
But Ukraine is fighting back with everything they've got.
Written 10th March 2022
I had to pay for a new pair of shoes
When I went shopping today,
I asked politely but they refused,
To freely give them away.
I guess that’s just the way of things,
And everything comes with a fee.
It’s a shame about the strife it brings,
Because money don’t grow on a tree.
But what if it did?
Think of the inflationary implications,
When the leaves begin to drop.
And all of the economic ramifications,
When the falling leaves won’t stop.
Why we’d be ankle deep in currency,
Enough around to burn.
My Maple tree would carry me
There’d be no need to earn.
There’d be a line of kids around the block,
Just wanting to rake my yard.
I’d keep them moving around the clock,
Then bags of leaves I’d guard.
I’d take my leaves to the bank,
To make a deposit at the local branch.
They might think that it’s a prank,
But I’m saving for an oak tree ranch.
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