Polite Bank Robber

When I rob banks, the tellers panic with fright.

But I'm not a mean thief, I'm always polite.

When I demand money from the tellers, I always say please.

So far I'm a crook that the Police haven't been able to seize.

One bank teller was a man who wore a wig and a dress, he was a Transvestite.

The jerk severed my pinky finger when he grabbed my hand and gave it a bite.

I was way too polite to shoot him for it.

I grabbed my finger and as I drove to the hospital, I decided to floor it.

Right now I'm in Kansas and I'm robbing a bank in the town of Wichita.

The Cops just walked in, I'm finally going to be apprehended by the Law.

I'm so polite that I've never been able to be tough.

I'm crying like a baby as the Cops slap on the cuffs.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is a fictional poem.

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The Greed Machine


You can afford it, you deserve it today

Enjoy it right now, but later you pay

Trust in our judgement, use all our skill

The world it is yours now, just pay at the till


We build the whole world up, fulfil all your dreams

We build a tight web, we sow strong the seams

The solution provided, you can never escape

Our grip is unbreakable, bound up in red tape


We prey on your dreams, your wants and mistakes

We take all you have got, don’t care if you break

The government it loves us, we make them look good

They’re under our finger, won’t change if we could


We swim in the riches, from others in pain

Our treasure we worship, all got from ill gain

Our path strewn with wreckage, of lives broken and crushed

From unwary decisions, lied misled pressured and rushed


Now who is this monster, from where has it come

With greed as its master, great riches for some

Which hero will tame it, will he rise from our ranks

To save us from ruin, from the blood sucking Banks


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Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written for a friend who is being screwed by a bank.

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