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My ode to the fiscal Cliff

All I hear is fiscal cliff
And lots of financial shit
Road runner, over the edge
Of a great big precipice
Run out of terra long ago
Now only inflated money and ego’s

It’s only a gun to the head
By bangsters; capitalisms dead
Threatening to take us all down
Unless we keep the cash cow
Full with tax payers money
Paid for with unfair austerity

Whether we like it or not
The buck surely has to stop
With our government reps
Aka The central bankers puppets
Who are looking after their mates
So when politics ends: Are Made

The bailouts only covering bad bets
Made by bankster representatives
Betting if you dig deep enough
Its just robbery and tough luck
This system, the dice are loaded
Complicated; almost encoded

To keep the commoners confused
So they can keep on robbing you
All these new bank instruments
Just pieces of paper; worthless
Money going the same way too
Hyperinflation is just another
WAY OF ROBBING YOU

This is why the powers that be
Are busy as busiest of bees
Cashing in on ill gotten gains
Highway robbery by any other name
Dick Turpin never had it so good
And the Chicago gansters hoods

Buying up all our food quietly
And turning cash into commodities
Real money isn’t in stocks anymore
The wealth truly knows the score
Capitalism collapsed purposely
It’s the biggest of all ponzi’s

It really doesn’t matter anyway
Gold silver and copper are the way
All bank accounts zeroed soon
Thing is not the bangsters move
Soon they will loose their grip
Humanity will be steering this ship