The Spiv

A “spiv” is a spectre

Of a bygone age

Who made a living

By dubious ways

Some made it rich

And reached the top

Just like Virgin

Richard Bransons lot

Now here is a spiv

Of the upper crust

Who rips off this nation

With planes and trains

Not a soul in government

Would dare to complain

Now Branson is up

To his old devious tricks

He wants  Cameron

To give him the bonds

The assets of a bank

Tax payers money

Which rightly it belongs

Beware you arsehole

                                        This man is a spiv

This get-rich-scheme

Is purely his

Peter Wicks...PS.. he got his way, he ripped us off again