The fat cats of hubris

The self ‘wealth creators’ will eat up the world
As they ‘help’ make each crisis much worse
They proclaim they are vital
For all our survival
Forgetting their cause is our curse

The fat cats of hubris are stealing a march
On a twisted opinion of worth
For the seedy old bleeders
Think we’re here to feed them
Convinced that their needs should come first

The arrogant greedies want us to believe
That they own all the rights to our shirts
Yes, the cretins are betting
That we’ll keep on letting
Them bank on this serfdom to work

The cheaters and fleecers and stealers of peace
Have sanity, rendered inert
If we don’t hurry up
And rise up from the muck
Then the meek shall inherit the dirt.

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