Just How Will The Fat Cats Get By?

Just how will the fat cats get by,

On one half-mill a year?

And how will their eyes ever dry,

When they can’t shed a tear?

Call me heartless and call me numb,

(But) I made it to the top.

For I’m much smarter than those dumb,

My ride should never stop.

My custom shirt and custom suit,

Have lost their zip, and press,

I’ve been knocked down, by Barry’s boot,

Been punished for success.

The toxic assets smelled so sweet,

When burning others’ logs,

But now they’ve taken out my seat

And sent me to the dogs!

The word is out all over town,

And they’re all wond’rin’ why,

Cash, comps and perks are headed down,

Can those fat cats get by?

Half a mill, might sound big to you,

But it won’t pay my rent!

There just is no way, to make do,

I’m mad, and broke and bent!

Half a mill, won’t pay my tax bill.

I’m hurt, beyond repair!

It insults, a man of my skill,

To stoop, to who knows where?

At half a mill, I cannot give,

A dime, to politics.

On half a mill, I cannot live,

Out, even in the sticks!

Who is to pay the nannies now?

The condos, cars and cooks?

It cannot be! No way! No how!

He’s treating us like crooks!

The Yankees will not know my name,

When I call them on the phone.

For I’m no longer in the game -

Just a dog, without a bone.

The angle of my head will change!

The doorman will not snap!

My lifestyle is now out of range.

The bailout was a trap!

Class warfare was a pleasant game,

When I was on the top,

But “O”, the pain, to take the blame,

And see my earnings drop!

We lost some coins along the way,

Our trash, it never stank.

But handcuffs! When you cut our pay,

Would think we robbed the bank!

Half a mill is a bitter pill

To swallow in this town

And half a mill, won’t pay the bill

To make my sorrows drown!

My kids at school are laughing stocks,

Since dad went on the dole.

My marriage, too, is on the rocks

Since, I can’t pay the toll.

My trophy wife is packed to go,

My friend, no longer greets

And who will fetch my cup of Joe,

When I live in the streets? 

Yes, all is gone, I too, must leave

There’s nothing left to do,

But I must share a secret peeve:

Barry, I voted for you!

A Lobbyist? Yes, I will be!

For me, some hope remains!

From Wall Street’s bonds, I’ve been set free!

Unshackled, banker’s chains!