There's some...

[Benjamin]

There's some who'd sell their mothers

For a villa in the sun.

Who'd lie and cheat on others

Then smile when it was done.

A skull and crossbones was their flag

In cruel days gone by:

They'd pillage, steal, deceive and brag..

When caught, we'd hang 'em.. High!

 

But decency's a business suit

And grog's become champagne.

The world a softer place to loot

And banks: "The Spanish Main"

For 'hi-tec' alter-ego spooks

Of Tudor 'Privateers',

Protected.. Rarely named as crooks

And honoured, with their shares.

 

Yet filtered through the ragged hole

of an expenses claim,

Descends a ghoul who'd sell his soul

To boast an honest name.

[dcmarti1]

LOVE it:

 

But decency's a business suit

And grog's become champagne.

The world a softer place to loot

And banks: "The Spanish Main"

 

Jean Lafitte? Bernie Madoff? Où est la différence?

[dedalus]

The first stanza is the cracker. The rest follows along but appears,to be limp, as if just tacked on.

[Benjamin]

Very few things touch me these days, but a lovely summers day, which included: "These are the days of our lives" by Freddie Mercury, and a reading of Mitch Cullin's book, "Mr.Holmes" succeeded today. And I felt totally alive this evening after a stimulating two hours, conversing in a bar with a total stranger, who thanked me profusely for my company. I may even start liking people again.