Tax the rich
feed the poor
They're filled with greed
and just want more
They watch them starve
and turn their head
Hurry past them
till they're dead
A million more
they saved today
A million more
have passed away
Plastic smiles
when camera's roll
They dropp a dime
just for show
Make them think
they have a heart
Another write-off
not a part
Of their fortune
that grows and grows
When will it end
no one knows
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