Poor Old Joe The Plumber Poem by Bri Mar

I was ambitious whilst growing up,
All I wanted was wealth and fame,
The advice I got from my mates,
Was get in to the financial game.

Time moves on but you don't forget,
The hardship you endured,
I vowed I'd become a millionaire,
Of that you can rest assured.

I loved the thrill of finance,
It gave me that desire,
To have control of peoples cash,
Really did light my fire.

I've never had a conscience,
So finance was ideal,
When playing games with peoples funds,
The truth you can conceal.

As I kept the money flowing in,
I soon stoked up the flames,
Joe the plumber didn't know,
He was a pawn in my sick games.

I made them think their cash was safe,
As I sold them stocks and shares,
I gave out far too much in loans,
But still they took my wares.

I knew that I was doing wrong,
But still I found it funny,
They didn't really know me,
But they trusted me with their money.

If we'd listened to Joe the plumber,
This disaster would be on hold,
But we just ignored the warning signs,
As all that glistens to us is gold.

We know that if our system fails,
All we need do is shout,
We've made some bad investments
The governments then bail us out.

While you are left with nothing,
Our lives go on without a hitch,
Poor Joe the plumbers destitute,
While we're all filthy rich.

We‘re spending all your hard earned cash,
As we travel on our yacht,
We drink the finest wines on board,
Thanks for everything you've bought.

Now you've bailed the system out,
We can all relax,
That's until the next time,
We need Joe the plumbers tax.

Money is our aim in life,
That is what we hanker,
No I'm not a robber,
I'm a rich old city banker.

All I do is walk away,
Nobody takes me to task,
On this I feel I've got to say,
Even Dick Turpin wore a mask.

Due to our selfish actions,
It really is a bummer,
Because of our greed we helped destroy,

‘' Poor Old Joe The Plumber''