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.:Them Fat Cats:.

 
What cliff?

Globally…these fat cats
They’re justa bunch of Reality Benders
One-Percent’ers, the Official Wall Street Defenders
These Economic Up-Enders asking,
“How now is My Dow with a Jones?”
Huddled in their lairs called condos
A whole lot better than poor folks homes
These Grand-heads, kicked back with their pet Feds
Marketing them meds; each new pharmaceutical
Chemicals blocking any & all just due ridicule
High on ‘em, some of us rely on ‘em
It’s how they rule; the labor, the debt, part of their kit
All of it… Like thread off a spool
Serving as the system’s fuel; saying,
“Don’t worry The Prez is still cool” and the Press?
“It’s still a functioning tool”
They could care less about an Elephant or a Mule
But tell me? Who in the hell do you really think rule?

What cliff?

Meaning the B.S. we gotta sift?
Fat cats with dough? For them…that’s a NO Go..
Gravity? We must be reaping what they sow
I’m saying for them it’ll still be a plateau
Probably with a few extra lawns to mow
Fat cats & their measured bits of cakewalking
If you find ‘em stressed?
Fact is that’ll be some of them out there fake talking
The real dope, sighting their desire for that platinum
Out & about exploiting trying to get some
These fat wankers, the worst ones
They’ll be into whatever their eyes be admiring
Living large holding onto pink slips with their options for firing
Fat cats with their plans; having it they’re way everyday
Each turned page totally engaged in another payday
Busy in more ways than one…their tactics: get money-get it done

What cliff?

To ensure getting more; reaping more billions?
They have set upon the path of scarfing more & more zillions
As we get zinged, bathtub ringed behind their advisements
Their dirt stains encircling us, hooked by their enticements
For sure, they got sums of us HIGH on hope
Positioning poor folk, placing ‘em wherein they can’t cope
Then they wanna get all philanthropic
Each topic them cats claiming they’re our friend
I say nah buddy…to what end?
Knowing that’s not what they really intend
The noose, the rope, getting snookered by these foes
Fat cats living lives with a minimum bit of woes
Said it before seems like that’s how it goes

That cliff..




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