They Look Like Penguins

In the shuffling madness,
Beneath the teeming rain,
See them with their bow ties,
Bowler hats and canes,
They look, for all like penguins,
Busy in their flock,
Vying for attention,
Flogging shares and stocks.

Looking down their noses
At the vagrant's plight,
It won't all come up roses
With the wrong kind of shite,
The compost from the gutter,
Is a blotch upon their kin,
So batten down the shutters,
Don't let the buggers in.

Relaxing in the West End,
At the Club Elite,
In their Armani dress sense,
Gucci on their feet,
While not so far, on the other side,
Where the river bends,
A poor boy hangs his head and cries
For a little common sense.

Fat in gut and wallet,
They don't give a damn,
It's time to bite the bullet,
Unpleasant as I am,
It's a dog-eat-dog enigma,
If you want to be like them,
You have to carry the stigma
Of a selfish Will to win.

To join in their Utopia
You have to think their ways,
And join in the slaughter,
Ignoring the disgrace,
That while others are starving,
You feast upon their goose,
To leave them all a-craving
Spilt gravy off your boots.

In the quest for ego
They romance themselves,
You have no right to veto
The kiss-ass right to sell
That which they don't even own,
Without a compromise,
Watch your garden turn to stone,
Before your very eyes.

They play their games of monopoly,
While you burn your pennies,
They're dining out on canapes,
While starvation burns your belly,
They drive around in rollers,
As you wear out your shoes,
These penguined mind controllers,
Who ply your brain with booze.

If you want to join the rat race,
Conform and comply,
Let them stamp your valued face
And they'll let you inside,
Servitude will be your end,
There will be no escape,
No matter how much they pretend,
You'll not make penguin grade!