houses were burned
sold when mortgages fell due
tax payer money was
poured into banks
banks could not fail
nice bank managers
could not be expected
to give up their gambling
breach of ethics policies
their millions in bonuses
fat cat bankers licked
customer cream from lips
bank customers
were evicted
into winter nights
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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