The Banks and I

The banks are evil, everybody knows –
They serve the Masons and Illuminati
Who in a New World Order will depose
The good and just in favour of the haughty.
The banks like debt; it makes us all their slaves –
What once were billions number now in trillions;
So while we spend and spend and no one saves,
They lounge on silk divans in gold pavilions.
I say this all with deep ressentiment –
I want it all: the silk, the gold, three cars;
And though my income’s just petit-bourgeois,
I crave the trademark trappings of the stars.
So with a credit card I make down payment
Upon a life tricked out with awesome raiment.