By Bob Smith.
| Bunkers noo are in the shit Some fair div tak the mick Is yer bunker a couthie chiel Or jist anither greedy prick . Parliament nae langer kens fit’s fit Tap bunkers noo rule the roost Weel o coorse we aa div ken Their bunk balances aa git a boost . Lots o siller as a bonus is gien Ti cyards faa appruved the cheatin Time ti kick them faar it hurts Nivver myn their bliddy greetin |
Time we hid mair local bunks Faar ye tauk ti a human face Nae aye hingin on the phone Ti be telt yer in seventh place . Shut doon the stock exchange Gie investors back their cash Crooked traders in “the City” Wid see their empires crash . Stop the swickin aa ower the lan It’s time tae git aff oor hunkers An tell the bobbies far ti pit Thae bunch o bad, mad bunkers |
©Bob Smith “The Poetry Mannie” 2012
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