A PRETTY PENNY
Steve Tilston

There's some men in this city
who are paid a pretty penny
Just for guessing where the money flows.
Certain handshakes, knowing smiles,
in this city mile.

That's the way you know the bonus grows.
We should be so lucky,
they're such plucky fellows,
Only right they pluck the sweetest plums.
If we don't knock such wisdom,
Rock the boat or rock the system,
If we're good, we'll get to pick the crumbs.
And behind their hedge
They don't plant wheat,
They don't cut corn,
They don't pick tea,
They don't dig coal,
They don't forge steel,
They just push numbers all about,
They push too far we bail them out,
Keep their fingers firm on fortune's wheel.

Steve Tilston