Ain't No Cure For politicians and stockbrokers The politician yearns for power although that power's surreal. He spins the ball that's on his nose like some performing seal. That ball of votes and contributions, they're never all he'll "need" They ain't no cure; they ain't no cure; they ain't no cure for greed. The broker schemes to make more dough, but never makes enough. And so he dreams derivatives and other crafty stuff. But no matter how his schemes succeed, to him they're chicken feed They ain't no cure; they ain't no cure; they ain't no cure for greed. They're both concerned you lost your job, your house and all you own, As long as you don't come to them and cry, and bitch, and moan. For without a mortgage or address, you can't vote and you can't bleed You ain't no cure; you ain't no cure; you ain't no cure for greed. Bob Carlson with a nod of thanks to Leonard Cohen www.politicalboondoggles.com Copyright ©8/10/09 To 'More of our Leonard Cohen Songbook in Rhymed Verse' To 'More About Goldman Sachs in Rhymed Verse' To 'More About Harry Reid's Politicians in Rhymed Verse' To 'Trying to Rein in Wall Street Pay' |