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So they wanna occupy Wall Street, eh? I do believe that it is already well occupied, Occupied in making money, Not in makin' stuff, That would muss those custom suits, And chip those polished nails, You can't see Wall Street's residents, They're busy behind smoked glass, Trading the most expensive vaporware On earth, Buy it for a thousand, Sell if for a hundred, Heads they win, Tails you lose, Try retiring on that, It's working out for them, They're important people, Don't hurt their morale, Mayor Bloomberg is worried They might get sad, (Sigh). Don't turn around, But while  you're occupying, Your jobs are occupied, With migrating to... Another hemisphere, Enjoy your camp-out folks, And your three weeks Of fame. Copyright 2011 by Gary L. Misch All rights reserved
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Oct 17, 2011
Oct 17, 2011 at 11:04 PM UTC
Occupying Wall Street
So they wanna occupy Wall Street, eh? I do believe that it is already well occupied, Occupied in making money, Not in makin' stuff, That would muss those custom suits, And chip those polished nails, You can't see Wall Street's residents, They're busy behind smoked glass, Trading the most expensive vaporware On earth, Buy it for a thousand, Sell if for a hundred, Heads they win, Tails you lose, Try retiring on that, It's working out for them, They're important people, Don't hurt their morale, Mayor Bloomberg is worried They might get sad, (Sigh). Don't turn around, But while  you're occupying, Your jobs are occupied, With migrating to... Another hemisphere, Enjoy your camp-out folks, And your three weeks Of fame. Copyright 2011 by Gary L. Misch All rights reserved
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Oct 17, 2011
Oct 17, 2011 at 11:04 PM UTC
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