FREE TRADE AGREEMENT OF THE WORLD

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Nobody wins in the end

'The World Is Open For Business',
The sign on the whorehouse read.
The voluptuous Madame will greet you.
"But this is very exclusive." she said,
"It's the Fortune 500 we cater
We have no need of the rest.
Move on please and do not loiter
We'll have nothing short of the best."

"But I'm a member of the 500!"
The man with the laptop explained,
"I'll show you my stock portfolio
If that will establish my claim."
The Madame made an appraisal,
"Your credendials appear to be fine.
I'll give you one virginal damsel
So please do not hold up the line."

"The room is on the forth floor,
A maple leaf hangs on the door.
So don't make a fuss
And blame it on us,
We only supply you the whore."

The Maiden was not quite as described.
Perhaps I should have offered more cash.
It's obvious the wench has been tried,
But maybe it's better that way.
She fell to her knees at my Bush
And stared dully awaiting my wish,
I could stand it no longer as she pulled and she pushed
Then exploded forever in one minute bliss!

One more cut in her heart;
One more dig in her ribs,
Soon she'll be had by another,
Surely there must be an end!
They promised her life would be better;
They assured her they were her friend,
But her soul tells her heart the betrayal.
"I want my freedom again!"

"The room is on the forth floor,
A maple leaf hangs on the door.
So don't make a fuss
And blame it on us,
We only supply you the whore."

On Wall Street he came to next day
And panicked that nothing had changed
His watch had been nicked and his wallet been picked
But his laptop seemed to be OK.
At the Dow he opened his files
And found all his stocks sold short.
His finances crashed and he was out on his ass
He was lucky they left him his shirt.

So now he's like you and me
And everyday there'll be more you see.
With every recession, to us it's depression,
The wealth's in ascension in 500's direction
There'll be more job reduction and decreased production.
But the Irony will be, when the rich can't buy
The luxuries which they, in their blindness, expected
Because they were once made by You and I!

One more cut in her heart;
One more dig in her ribs,
Soon she'll be had by another,
Surely there must be an end!
They promised her life would be better;
They assured her they were her friend,
But her soul tells her heart the betrayal.
"I want my freedom again!"

"The room is on the forth floor,
A maple leaf hangs on the door.
So don't make a fuss
And blame it on us,
We only supply you the whore."

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