Evan, The Fat Cat Banker

A banker whose manner was blunt
Put the taxpayers funds on a punt.
The whole lot was lost
At incredible cost
To the savers, who all bore the brunt.

The one man whose shoulders were broad
Was sacked for reporting the fraud.
The judge in his case
Said “I don’t like your face”
So he lost ‘cause the system is flawed.

This outcome ignited his zeal,
And he went to the Court of Appeal.
But the banker had bought
All three members of court,
And after, he bought them a meal.

Years passed till they got to that night
With hero still willing to fight.
He would have done more,
But by now he was poor,
And so he decided to write.

He came up with a website and book,
‘Cause by then he did not give a fook
So he spilled all the beans
On the people of means
And hoped that the fraud squad might look

Within days he was duly arrested
As the bankers had, each one, protested
Saying he undermined
A whole system designed
To care for their interests (all vested)

Once more he went back to the judge
Who, by now, had developed a grudge
“You are guilty as charged
With your sentence enlarged”
(Which he said with a wink and a nudge)

Our hero then languished in prison
tormented by scorn and derision.
While he sat there in tears,
the weeks turned to years.
(Meanwhile, Evan’s income had risen )

But natural justice, it seems
Can reach out to folk of all means
An unfortunate slip,
Cut, burn, crash, fall or trip
Can put paid to the grandest of dreams

So our fat cat was almost in heaven
When St Peter (who now comes from Devon)
Said: “I’ve heard, and I reckons
Eternity beckons
You down to the furnace, old Evan”.

The moral in every true story
Of Lib Dems or Labour or Tory
Is that decadent fools
think hypocrisy rules
But their victims deserve all the glory

Submitted by Adrian

I think this is brilliant  and look forward to more from Adrian.

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