Big Business In Trouble : Narrative Poetry

I see the big business people on the run . 

To bank vaults where people like me seldom come .         

The top of the town are taken care of there,

and from my point of view, its not very fair.

Working for peanuts like a monkey would do .

They look down on me but they don't have a clue .

Like a beggar at the door with a tin cup .

They hear me knocking but they won't open up .

They don't think of me when my backs to the wall ,

I ask for some help and they ask me to crawl  .

They say you've got no business coming round here  .

Leave , you're not welcome , do I make myself clear

So I make my way unseen through life until  ,

The big business people are handed the bill ,

Then no credit  will there be for those who hide ,

Their money in boxes on a vault inside ,

Those banks with lost keys buried under the ground .

So they'll shout and scream but I won't hear a sound ,

Because I've no business around there no more .

And they'll be the poor beggars outside my door  .

I'll mind my own business but don't let them  forget,

The day big business couldn't repay all their debt  . 

 By Paul Mc Cann