This isn’t me I’ve written about, but you all know him, her or one of their kind, there’s enough of them out there to go round. Shades of Dylan here again and possibly a bit of Woody Guthrie. I started off thinking of Guthrie’s “Mean Talking Blues” I’m always afraid of plagiarism though, so ended up with something on a similar theme, but different.

Greed

Greed is his nature, Greed is his name,
He hates everyone that don’t think the same.
He feeds the rich, starves the poor,
He doesn’t want peace, but revels in war.

He’s your worst enemy, he’s your best friend,
He’ll bleed you dry, ‘til you reach your end.
He’s dressed in uniform, he’s dressed in a suit,
He walks in sandals he walks in jack boots.

If it makes him money, he’ll sell anything,
Poison cigarettes, to a plane with bust wings.
He’ll kill your mother, he’ll kill you child,
He’ll take every advantage of the meek and mild.

He’ll draw you in, in a manner not ungodly,
Then he’ll spit you out, when he’s finished with your body,
He’s not one man, and his heads are numerous,
His tentacles spread like a deadly fungus.

He’s selling the world now, for his own gratification
Selling it piece by piece, nation by nation.
Then he’ll bleed it dry, hang it out to die,
Lay to waste this beautiful creation.

All words Meadowhead Bard.