Secret Society Blues Poem by john mcleish

I've got the, Secret Society Blues
Standing in the unemployment que
While psychopaths, mass murderers too
Ascend the corporate ladder, te the highest view


Mormon Mafia, Masonic Jew
Through Vice and Corruption, seem te cruise
But simple folk, like me and you
Sit on the bottom rung, shafted, screwed


Nay special handshake, dey a' use
Nor Symbols, Rings, te confuse
Yet here today, I stand accused
O being Honest, speaking True


These Traitors, Thieves, oor Kingdom abuse
Good people, Citizens, haven't a clue
Fur in this world, good men are few
Noo Organized Crime, hay come te brood


So here I stand, and beg fur food
As a' the 'Good Jobs', go te the 'Crew'
Wicked is the man, canne' pay his dues
Fur I hay the Secret, Society Blues