AIN'T NO CURE - A POLITICAL BOONDOGGLE VERSE - Political foibles and miscalculations set forth in rhymed verse

Ain't No Cure
For politicians and stockbrokers

The politician yearns for power
    although that power's surreal.
He spins the ball that's on his nose
    like some performing seal.
That ball of votes and contributions,
    they're never all he'll "need" –
They ain't no cure; they ain't no cure;
    they ain't no cure for greed.

The broker schemes to make more dough,
    but never makes enough.
And so he dreams derivatives
    and other crafty stuff.
But no matter how his schemes succeed,
    to him they're chicken feed –
They ain't no cure; they ain't no cure;
    they ain't no cure for greed.

They're both concerned you lost your job,
    your house and all you own,
As long as you don't come to them
    and cry, and bitch, and moan.
For without a mortgage or address,
    you can't vote and you can't bleed –
You ain't no cure; you ain't no cure;
    you ain't no cure for greed.

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