Capitalism, but no choices Date: Friday, 1st November 2013 @ 08:47:12 AM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: spud ''Oh woe is we'' so the big 6 plea, ''cos that ECO tax is crippling. Too high'' they plead, ''so the plebs must bleed though our profit level's tripling.'' Our revered PM moves to comfort them, by a stroke of pen he'll bin it. In their snug boardrooms when the pay-out looms they will make damn sure he's in it. No welcome compromise, no relief from sacrifice, no governmental war on the squeeze. The Brotherhood's composed with the mandate its imposed that we pay our share of therms - or freeze! And the tunnel will wend, it will have no end, nor allow any flicker of hope. It's anarchic rule from the corporate school, with 'choice' hanging lifeless from their rope! ---- This poem is Copyright © spud Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=177087