The Golden Urine Pot

They’ve taken the “P”

From all of us lot

Bankers and Traders

As they count the loot

In there golden Urine Pot

They don’t give a damn

As the “P” in their pot

Flows onto their hands

To buy up oil wells

In distant Arab lands

So taking the “P”

Out of you and me

Is like  the shelling peas

Instead of pea pods

It’s trillion dollar wads

Belonging to you and me

So lets all “P” in their pots

As we throw them inside

Stack them in tight

Pour in OUR “P”

Right up to their mouth

Of bankers and traders

Who stole from me

Say “cheese” you thieves

Go drown in drown in our “P”

That will teach you bums

Now taste of our “P “

As the world urinates

To drown this scum

So drown in the waste

That comes from our tums

Bankers and traders

The non human ones

Peter the man of piss