They've defrauded us Lorded it over us. A reason for divorce? but of course what do we do? We, like sheep in a zoo put more pennies in their pound as they pound us deeper and deeper into the ground.
I'd love to be a banker I wouldn't be a canker on society, I'd be generous to a fault open the vault become a philanthropist, miss out on my bonus give back the onus to where it belongs.
Pipe dreams it seems just smoking away while bankers make hay, they say, even as it rains so shall we pour, money makes money and money makes more.
My money under the mattress is still worth more than it would be locked up in the banks that we seem to adore.