If the Banks on welfare,

What does that say about

You, me and our money?

Would you let,

Becky Smith or Nay-Nay Green

Hold twenty

If they wanted it?

Your payback the same ain’t it?

More mouths to feed

Taking from the dinner table

Where your family eats

Despite putting in the cupboard

Blood, sweat and tears

To get in return

Digital lies on laser film

As proselytizers of

“In whom we trust”

Prove once again

That they are out of touch

With ministering to

The real dis-ease;

If all you are

Is what you own

And its Master is broke,

What does that say

About how we living?

Bale Out