Sharks and Spivs

The golden square of

Dick Whittington thieves

Pin stripped cowboys

Who rip us off

Under selling shares

Then buying them back

Dipping their fingers

Into others cash

Stock markets crumble

By the monies they’ve grabbed

Sharks and Spivs

London’s trash

A left over from the 40s

When “barrow boys” were flash

The wide boys of Canary Wharf

Who would flog their granny’s?

Their mums and dads

Throw in their sisters

For a handful of cash

Money is their god

All power to some

The scum of this earth

Prosecute the cow-sons

Peter Wicks