Hole In The Ground Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

When you and I are homeless and on the streets you'll know why.
Thank you fat cat's dressed in such fancy suits for showing us what real suffering is like.
Can we have some more?
How about a kick on the way out the door?
Wow I implore your greedy effort to humiliate and destroy.
Tell others you were the forecasters of our doom.
When in all truths of the matters.
You created the gloom.
Cast a shadow over everything.
Made it our faults for not listening to you.
When in truth we had no choice in the current fiscal situation.
What a revelation.
To blame the ones who work that they don't spend enough.
Then take their jobs and homes.
How do you sleep at night.
How much comfort does that much greed really bring.
How am I suppose to pay my constantly rising bill for my lights.
Oh that's right no need to worry about it with no house.
I'll become a rabbit and dig a hole and live in the ground.
Come get me when some senses are found.