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January’s Profit Rise

 

Low income Parents weep

And OAP’s Fleet

Fat Cats in towers

Care not for elements

And winter’s cruel showers


As Harold 83 is posted into his box

Through a darkened door

Fat Cat’s red reminder drops.

 

And loan sharks prey on Low Income John’s

Short falls

But every week for eternity

That man shark will surely call

 

And as the damp advances

Toddlers cough and slow

And Mavis 78

Loses her youthful glow.

 

Fat Cat multinationals

Loan Shark preying arseholes

Stop…

Take stock of your genocide like profits…