Money funnels are a curse
Take your hands out of that purse
You stole a future, hid it well
That none of this was yours to sell
The only trickle-down to date
Is piss from broken cisterns, mate
You took our stuff for a quick quid
Which was not yours, but don’t tell Sid
Recite these words into a mirror:
Jesus Christ loves every sinner
But let’s be frank. Don’t you remember
What He did to money-lenders?
Well, clearly not. You stole the Bible
You auctioned the manger in the stable
You spend your time inventing needles
With loopholes big enough to wheedle
Money comes, and money goes,
Today’s allies, tomorrow’s foes,
The dance of nonsense sputters on
Your feet are caught, your time is done
Take your hands out of my pocket
Your rhetoric is foul and rotted
You sold us out. You sold us off.
But Karma – justice – is powerful stuff.
