Gravy Train Poem by Heather Reid

To be read in the rhythm of a train.

Treasure it, launder it, ride a gravy train,
If the poor had lots of it would they remain the same?
Windfall, solvent, wealthy, rolling, rich,
Coinage, currency, it doesn't matter which,
Buy a house buy a car, money makes you what you are,
Be a banker on a pension, did Sir Fred Goodwin get a mention,
Affluent, rolling, flush, prospects of the great gold rush,
Noble metal bullion, Maundy money that's the one!
Hush money, pin money, revenue, spends,
Here a dollar, there a dollar, everywhere a dillar dollar,
Brass loot dosh dough, share it with your friends,
But if it is to stay that way, never ever lend!
Cash for questions, information, cash to give you inspiration,
Have a baby get a flat: Government will pay for that.
DLA, JSA, my giro didn't come today,
Crisis loan, budget loan, tax payers you're on your own,
Repossession, shortfall, deficit, dole,
On the streets the drug barons barter with your soul,
Counterfeit, embezzlement, extortion, guns, death.
Just tell me where the money is with your dying breath.