Poema Attila
Boris Johnson - 07.10.2008 18:45
I was a clerk there: I�ve seen the greed
How wealth and power eat hope and need
Now they�re eating each other but they�re still screaming
�No interference� � I start dreaming�
Tijden herleven
Dollar$$$ $ay it all...?
�Self regulation?� OK, I say
�I�m a stockbroker � let�s do it my way�
And that�s the beginning of this little ditty:
Attila the Stockbroker cleans up the City!
Each gets a red nose so everybody knows
Just who they are and where all our money goes
No more speculate, no more accumulate -
This is a lifestyle we�re going to eradicate
Dealers on the floor meet squads of the poor saying
�Here�s the twist, Oliver � we want more
Work for us or we take the whole kitty�
Attila the Stockbroker cleans up the City!
�Hello Mr. Hedge Fund, have a cup of tea.
Financial Services Authority? Me.
You�re a parasite on the population
Convicted of criminal speculation
Time to atone for a life so greedy -
Twenty years working for the poor and needy.
Want to appeal? Try the Central Committee��
Attila the Stockbroker cleans up the City!
Morning Mr Banker, you�re in for a shock.
We�re taking much more than just Northern Rock!
All the banks nationalised � Stock Exchange too.
Utilities, railways, grabbed from the few.
Mr Billionaire? You just lost your money.
(Hey there, Chelsea fan, isn�t that funny!)
The future�s brown. The future�s shitty.
So Attila the Stockbroker cleans up the City!
Capitalism is a John Cleese parrot.
Let�s give it stick and not a single carrot!
Bollocks to the dealer, the broker, the lender -
Social justice back on the agenda
Radical stylin� going on here
Smoked Mammon sarnies and really good beer
For the poor no fear, for the rich no pity
When Attila the Stockbroker cleans up the City!
 E-Mail: attila@solutions-inc.co.uk  Website: http://www.attilathestockbroker.com
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