Poems about bankers

№ 706449

Birds Vs. Bankers

Last night up on the ridge
A whippoorwill sang
Its incessant sweet song
In the thick, firefly darkness.
Dante was right to make Hell
A place without birds.
They fill the world with music
And ask nothing in return.
The purity of sweetness
Without the demand for profit.
What a lovely notion.
- mce

bankers,  birds.

Author: Mike Essig
Date: 06/01/2019

№ 580360

Homage to Our Investment Bankers

We salute you,
And Ladies,
God bless you,
(He clearly has)
We bless you,
We support you,
At par,
So far,
Lest you bring us all down,
(That was the threat,
Was it not? )
You are so
Wicked smart,
Except those few,
Who couldn't hold on,
For our gravy train,
To respond,
For those few,
We hope last year's bonus,
Will help you survive,
Your trip down the tubes,
And for all,
We are led to believe,
That you're back on your feet,
And doing quite well,
We were glad to help out,
Your derivative pleasure,
Just makes our hearts soar,
And to help you to help
The economy heal,
We're taxing your janitors
More than your managers
'Cause we know you're the source
Of all job creation,
Within this great nation,
How do we know this?
We've been told this
Been told by some very fine folk,
Some folk whom you... own?
For sure there are doubters,
But we question their wisdom,
We don't even think that
They're being good citizens,
But there are some suspicions,
My well heeled good friends,
That what's good for you folk,
Might be just a bit toxic,
To those of us few,
Who compose,
That diminishing remnant,
Of what once we could call,
The vast middle class,
We ain't even,
Half vast.
Sad to say,
Now a few of us wonder,
If you're not quite our friends,
If you don't have our best int'rests
In your schemes and your ends,
All of those yachts,
They're critical – right?
We believe in you now,
To make every thing bright,
To bring our economy
Back from the dead,
To create all those jobs,
With that barely taxed bread,
While we're eatin' those grits,
In this world that you've made,
With the pols that you've bought,
Just Remember my friends,
Rot infects not just wood,
But your hearts and your souls,
And the Fire Next Time
Might be more than a book
It might be unhappy folk,
With your asses in their sights.

bankers,  homage,  investment.

Author: Gary L Misch
Date: 14/09/2018

№ 543673

The seven tiers of bored bankers' wives

I've been to kenya, all that these "charity" adverts are fuelling
Is ignorance, they're presupposing
All the african nations are like kindergarten,
They're insulating them... it's like that:
Give a man fish or give him a fishing rod,
I. e.: give a man money or give him a
Method creating & subsequently circulating wealth:
These charitable companies are insulting
African nations to be at a loss,
They're only feeding european bureaucrats
Who are really the only worthwhile
Charitable pay-cheque givens, odds 4-5. *

A retired lady selling poppies
For a feeling
Committed suicide
Being hunted by ninety-nine
Charity organisations...
Charity organisations...
Start-ups akin to apps of
Cue: shaved face, young, eager
Beaver venom viagra statues
Of jealousy...
All the bankers' wives have
A tier system, the origin of
Charity companies
(surely a wife can't be as pristine
As her husband):
First two don't count,
Third: modern art "collector",
Fifth: philanthropist,
Seventh: possessor of an O. B. E.
And as one bemused englishman said:
King arthur and the zimmerframe table
Of knights with walking sticks rather than swords:
Money made people lazy, less adventurous,
Let alone less tribal and communist,
Adventure just became predictable,
The modern shopper is envious of
The hunter gatherer... so envious
He wants to look the part, but live as modern
Lazy allows... after all... all the gym sessions
Can't go to waste... got to run standing still:
Hey! don quixote! leave the windmills!
Check out the treadmills... you see a caveman
Anywhere in the sweaty parlours?
I don't.

bankers,  bored,  tiers,  wives.

Author: MateuЕЎ Conrad
Date: 11/08/2018

№ 136885

What is it they say about old bankers and new tricks?

Like spiders in silk shirts they sit there
Spinning tales of golden thread
Bare faced lies dressed as investment
In a future we will lament at best
But repent

bankers,  tricks.

Author: Joey Jo Jo Jnr Shabadoo
Date: 07/08/2017

№ 6774

Bankers Are Just Like Anybody Else, Except Richer

This is a song to celebrate banks,
Because they are full of money and you go into them and all
You hear is clinks and clanks,
Or maybe a sound like the wind in the trees on the hills,
Which is the rustling of the thousand dollar bills.
Most bankers dwell in marble halls,
Which they get to dwell in because they encourage deposits
And discourage withdrawals,
And particularly because they all observe one rule which woe
Betides the banker who fails to heed it,
Which is you must never lend any money to anybody unless
They don't need it.
I know you, you cautious conservative banks!
If people are worried about their rent it is your duty to deny
Them the loan of one nickel, yes, even one copper engraving
Of the martyred son of the late Nancy Hanks;
Yes, if they request fifty dollars to pay for a baby you must
Look at them like Tarzan looking at an uppity ape in the
And tell them what do they think a bank is, anyhow, they had
Better go get the money from their wife's aunt or ungle.
But suppose people come in and they have a million and they
Want another million to pile on top of it,
Why, you brim with the milk of human kindness and you
Urge them to accept every drop of it,
And you lend them the million so then they have two million
And this gives them the idea that they would be better off
With four,
So they already have two million as security so you have no
Hesitation in lending them two more,
And all the vice-presidents nod their heads in rhythm,
And the only question asked is do the borrowers want the
Money sent or do they want to take it withm.
Because I think they deserve our appreciation and thanks,
The jackasses who go around saying that health and happi-
Ness are everything and money isn't essential,
Because as soon as they have to borrow some unimportant
Money to maintain their health and happiness they starve
To death so they can't go around any more sneering at good
Old money, which is nothing short of providential.

bankers,  richer.

Author: Ogden Nash
Date: 11/04/2017