The Snake Oil Salesman

Demand for snake oil’s plummeted,
The salesman’s lost his job.
He checks the worldwide network
For suckers he can rob.

His eyes light on the British Isles
Where greed and sloth is rife.
He utilises all his wiles
To build a brand new life.

With worthless shares and dodgy loans
He earns a massive bonus.
Never mind inflated homes,
The jobless and the homeless!

Fools go on admiring him,
Until the great big crash.
Then they yell at government
“Oi! You lot! Where’s our cash?”

The Ministers and experts,
Like headless chickens running,
Scurry round in circles -
They didn’t see it coming!

The conman’s made his packet,
Cashed it in and fled,
Laughing as the rest of us
Are calling for his head.