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Created on: June 05, 2008 Last Updated: September 18, 2008
''The Greed Of The Speculator''
Most of us live within our means,
we spend only what we get,
while the others do not give a damn,
they end up with massive debt.
The problem with their attitude is,
someone, somewhere will have to pay,
but solicitors are queuing up,
to help take their debt away.
Within government legislation,
they'll get rid of all you owe,
to hell with all your creditors,
for soon your money will flow.
What happened to being accountable,
have these people never learned,
that you cannot spend what you don't have,
only what you have earned.
If you're encouraged to take on debts,
try to take it on board,
if you cannot manage with what you have now,
more debt you will never afford.
For years the large institutions,
at us they've been throwing their cash,
now because they can't get it back,
there's been an almighty crash.
The shock waves travel all over the world,
as speculators lay down their pitch,
the guy in the street loses everything,
while these scumbags become filthy rich.
The problem with the capitalist ideal is,
only the strongest survive,
it's exactly the same as communism,
where it's only the rich who will thrive.
You and me are left without homes,
all our jobs are up in the air,
families are broken, the rich just move on,
while the workers are left in despair.
There are those who manage to just get by,
there are some in genuine need,
then you have the scum of the Earth,
whose lives are obsessed with greed.
These are the ones who ruin our lives,
they think that their need is greater,
the reason our world is in this state is,
''The Greed Of The Speculator''.
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