Banks Reality Policy Poem by Christian Connor Schwantes

Look, see the steel carriage
The banks new marriage
Abusing your wife, beating your children
Stealing your money, greedy and sucking
Dimes out your pocket, gold from your teeth
Even your blood with their vampire teeth
Slurp slurp, your ignorance tastes like bliss
Slurp, you wanna try this?
Trickle down fool, you believed that'd work
Maybe I'll send you back to school
To learn how greed works
You're still picked on by the bullies and jerks
Except this one puts it in you when you shirk
Your mind, your inner rhyme, your sense of time
Life's too short for your petty change
Perhaps it's time to rearrange
Start with what matters and work your way up
So you're not stuck in the banks iron clad butt