Oh banker,
you cold mother!
Your cold mother
made her endless billions
picking flesh from bones
of thousandaires
swooping in
not to save the day
but to kick out the crutch
just when we could use a hand
do you count dollars in your sleep
or dream of slitting throats of sheep?
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…will you sing it, Jonathan?… (…smiling for you…)
I hope you are fine…
Haha. Yeah, no.
It came out like some early 60’s protest thing so I went with it. I am fine, thank you for asking. I hope you a great.
I could feel the 6o´s mood…but I was still hoping that you sing it…hahaha…
At least there are still credit unions doing it the old-fashioned way, by simply turning down a draft for NSF, not automatically paying it and then charging the customer $75 for the privilege.
Yes, that’s true, but the overdraft epidemic is a runaway train that does real harm and comes from pure greed.
It makes me so angry I write poetry.