if PLC tragically goes
under administration steps
in assets are sold off those
that do did not disappear
if assets do not cover red net debts
then as ABBA sang gone are pennies
no pennies left from workers labours
savings shell game cup empty face fear
suffer sleight of hand shuffle bad bet hung
piano keys pounding sung ABBA swan song
'Money Money Money' gone 'that's too bad'
winner face mask smiles losers impaled sad
coz in their dream scheme dirty directors
had a wicked plan to skim off all cream
then steal milk and all producing cows
beauty beauty beauty of white collar crime
confidence tricks is if directors
stayed within the letter of the law
directors major shareholders
cannot be touched are untouchable
immune from plan executed immoral crimes
learned anything yet oh naive investor small?
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