Rocket The Profits - POEM

Rocket the profits

Extort every last coin

Every last usable cent

Let them feed our pockets

Line them up

Like a lubricated runway

A straight course

To our ever-growing income

They need to buy food

Price it like it’s gold

They’ll pay, they’ll definitely pay

They need to eat

They need things like electricity,

Bread and milk

Tell them it’s a ‘bargain’

That they’ll never get a better deal

When they get paid

We push those prices up

Because ‘hey, they can afford it’

And those who can’t, well

Fuck them

What do we care?

When it’s the middle of the month

We drop those prices

Nobody will notice

That we can make a profit

Charging half the price

It’s only money

It’s only people

It’s only legal

We feed them

The least they can do

Is rocket the profits

© Dean R Boic 2016