Banks
Banks
The Banks only have to shout
and the Government give them a bail out
Institutions of incessant greed
take money from those in need
They operate under their own licence
to ensure their own existence
Customers have become pound signs
as we live in such mercenary times
Once before the cashier I had a name
now an eight digit number is the same
Personal service has become a joke
in banking halls that make us choke
Fat cats play the bonus game
from our money all the same
Banks no longer receive respect
as they have become an exclusive sect
They have cheated robbed and lied
now to the public they are tied
Yet their arrogance reigns supreme
as if they were a winning team
Their reputation lies in tatters
yet nothing of their rudeness matters
When did you last give a shout
and receive a Government bail out?
keith jeffries
Fri 28th Dec 2018 11:03
Dear All,
Thank you for your comments and appreciation of this poem. MC., your response was particularly interesting and illuminating. These banks ride rough shod over us and do so with our money, a good portion of which helped save their bacon.
Keith