Me, Myself and Greed

The banks they lend the money, money that doesn’t exist
The media serve up opiates, to ensure we don’t resist
Well I got bills and a mortgage mate, is the prison they lock you in
To serve the system as robot & clone, a slave to the powers within

Sit me down at the table, where we all get equal shares
Don’t sit me down at the table, for the crumbs at the side of theirs
I’d rather die knowing, I helped my fellow man
Instead of me myself and greed never helping when they can

Everything we’ve paid for, and everything we owned
Slowly sold for private gain, from gas to phones to coal
They dispise the idea of a welfare state, they believe everything has a fee
Then the moment they break a finger nail, they come to bleating to the likes of you and me

Sit me down at the table, where we all get equal shares
Don’t sit me down at the table, for the crumbs at the side of theirs
I’d rather die knowing, I helped my fellow man
Instead of me myself and greed never helping when they can

© Words Escape Me (JB Barrington)

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About JB Barrington

The words & verse of JB Barrington; performance poet from Salford. Lovely stuff, touches heart strings and the odd raw nerve - Johnny Vegas Great poems; great delivery - Terry Christian A warm charm, a rapier wit and a real appreciation of words - Louder Than War
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