Politics. - Poem by Robert Green
What did you expect?
Money! Taxes! Through fingers like water.
Government! Politicians! Give no quarter.
Towns! Streets! In Decay,
we really have no say.
Shops! Business's! Close!
Dilapidated buildings, so morose.
Fat bankers, laughing and tight,
Saying 'sod you Jack, I'm alright! '
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