YOU BUNCH OF FOOLS (THE WALL STREET BLUES)

You bunch of fools, you bunch of, you bunch of, you bunch of fools!
Selfish, mean and asocial with your grotesque banking tools
Take me up to the moon with your funny money
Forsake me; you’re acting like a big buffoon.
It is dark inside your cage whether it’s fair or sunny.
So jump up; be particular and picayune
Pump me up making sure your burst my balloon.
Tickling the spinal cord of your angel investor
He was unnaturally born with his golden spoon
His brain ticks like a feeble morbid jester
as gooey as a bunny made of junk and polyester.
Never had to work just simply gifted with annuities
raining down from heaven with Lucifer’s platoon.
Trying to be authentic and find some continuity
like a busy bee sucking clover for honey.
Nonetheless you’re a bloody fool
Acting pretentious like a brainless ghoul
Cannot take critique or my goodness, ridicule
Still you keep on trying; God you’re mortifying.
You bunch of fools, you bunch of, you bunch of, you bunch of fools!
Egoistical, conceited and constantly thwarting all the rules
Your face is blank, not blushing but turning maroon
Disgracefully embarrassing you beasty dragoon!
So stump me with your derivatives and arbitrage
The nasty trick that brings in the mirage
of stupefied carpetbaggers with their commodities.
Seamlessly never perturbed about strangeness and oddities
Assuring your profits with your hideous financial bubbles
The honest workers are arriving at the soup line troubled
with the fading business and the media’s barrage.
You bunch of fools, you bunch of, you bunch of, you bunch of fools!
Lost your conscious judgment since your graduated school
Their stress has me itching and a-scratching; bitching not relaxing
Twitching, thwacking, hitching and we’re cracking
Seeing pinnacles of cash mounting against a poor man’s equity
Bringing him to ruination without a bit of dignity
Destroying Nature with their heartless form of fracking
Without a capital funding there will never be some leverage.
Risking the livelihood of the common man’s liquidity
while playing favorites with their rotten pecuniary sabotage.
You bunch of fools, you bunch of, you bunch of, you bunch of fools!
The laughing stock of the intellectual and metaphysical milieu
Despised by the prophets while hidden in their private chateau
Exchanging funds with only multiplication causing a hemorrhage
Flowing uncontrollably with no end in sight until the ratio
is completely unbalanced where the failure cannot elude
their eminent demise and then arrives utopia in its validity
saving our sanity with the heart of Jesus in glowing magnitude.