Sharking Money Poem by Gordon D Wilkinson

Condoning greed
Like sharks they feed
Picking on the economy’s bones
Playing on the nations erogenous zones
Titillating
Money masturbating
Squeezing us dry
Every penny they pry
Dispossessing
Repossessing
Quite depressing
Those harlot bankers
The taste it rancour’s
A minister or two
Those nameless but a few
All snouts in the trough
We did not know, they cough
Raise the interest rate
England’s own Watergate
Playing deep in the shadows