The Banker Poem by Walter C. Edwards
The Banker
To the over inflated ego driving that Mercedes Benz,
it will end for you too.
Yes indeed, pump up on snow white candy,
you are such a spectacle,
yes you are,
smoking big fat Cuban cigars,
high price hooks looking so sweet,
changing lanes in car,
two thousands dollar suites are a treat,
you would suck the blood out of a baby just to high,
I don't know why,
I hope someday you will just die.
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