You know the drill.
Drop em.
In the realm of deceit, a tale is spun Of a people who scam, who lie, who have fun Stealing from the weak, with cunning guile Their hearts of gold, a myth, a beguiling smile
Their ancestors, a tale of thievery and greed Their hands stained red, with blood and seed From time immemorial, their story's told Of a people who deceive, their souls grown old
In business and finance, they hold sway With tricks and scams, they lead the fray Their greed knows no bounds, their selfishness no shame As they pedal schemes, and play the game
In the halls of power, they hold the keys Manipulating fate, with cunning ease Their words are laced, with honey and deceit As they lead the blind, into their snare so sweet
But still they thrive, their schemes so grand Their wealth and power, a testament to their hand But let us not forget, their thieving ways For in their deceit, we find our own days
So let us beware, of their cunning guile And see through their lies, with a discerning smile For in their thievery, we find our own shame And in their deceit, we find our own blame.