The Men in Suits
There’s something I don’t quite get,
As to why this world tastes so bland.
Unsupervised, planned misguidances;
Have put this quiet super-race in high command.
The mystery-men in suits, grey hats and ties,
The compelling one-percent,
Web you together with their blood soaked lies, did you even realise?
'Bank of America', 'JPMorgan' and 'Goldman Sachs';
Won’t even scratch the surface here.
They keep this world sick and dumb,
It doesn’t leave me with much taste to spare.
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