The vultures are out again, today
They ate a single mother of four
Next, a retired vet appeared
To wet their insatitable appatites.
As they salavate over
Their bought out call lists.
They feast off the misfortunes
Of "OUR"dead end deals
off the weakest among us
Their blood letting knows no end
They know each loopholes well
Each soft spot in the law
They reel in the taxed and broken
Their bait lies in dead virtues, unintended and void.
Watch out for those that slither
Those that leach and engorge.
Those that object to "old fashion hard work."...
Those that know the broken road, a little too well.
