When the Fat Cats Hoard the Profits

"I'm from the government and I'm here to help"

WHEN THE FAT CATS HOARD THE PROFITS

The engines are getting rusty

They haven't been oiled in years

The fat cats in the front office

Are drinking imported beers

The workers implore the unions

For raises and benefits

But the profit margin is shrinking

As unsold commodities sit

The government comes a calling

With expensive bandaids in their box

To keep the company from closing

Gates chained with scores of locks

But the machinery keeps on failing

With no investment in anything new

The fat cats keep on skimming

More money than they are due

The government dollars are raining

Cash of temporary reprieve

But the machinery is still obsolete

And rich fat cats begin to leave

The factories sit idle

The quiet pierces the air

The workers now unemployed

Seek for work most anywhere

The great industrial city

Becomes barren and in ruin

The government dollars enriched the fat cats

Who knew what they were doing

Their companies move abroad to flourish

Cheap labor is the draw

Offshore bank accounts are bursting

American cash from wall to wall

Now the government is poorer

For the bailouts that they provide

American industry becomes a dinosaur

Could they have succeeded if they had tried?

When the fat cats hoard the profits

And the assets begin to rust

The government "helps" the fat cats

So is it who? we dare to trust?