Thursday, November 10, 2005

Another Poem for the Business Man

Hey Mr. Banker man, can you write a cheque for me,
My customers are slow but I swear they will come through.
Hey Mr. Banker man, can you write a cheque for me,
When my customers pay I'll gladly give it back to you!

Though I know my business empire returned to the sand,
Cash vanished from my hand,
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping.
My weariness amazes me, can't afford anything too eat,
Still got payroll to meet,
And the taxman's long hand is still reaching.

(chanted, sung or muttered to the tune of Mr. Tambourine Man by Bob Dylan)

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