Fat Cats in expensive threads sit around oval tables deciding the fate of the World. Assistants scurry hither and yon, arms filled with documents that hold that fate firmly in writing. Deals struck and signed with Dupont pens carry the Fat Cats' influence to the dusty streets where the little people live.
Always appearing generous when out in the light of day, at bars and in board rooms the Fat Cats snicker and dicker our hard earned assets away. They dangle cheap baubles and we rush to grab them. Even mighty governments cave and bend to the will of Fat Cats. The pols, all too eager, like pigs at the trough.
I claim I will not play their game, march to their tune. But when the rubber hits the road I still have a business to tend. So I rail against them but suck up my anger.
One day I will.......one day it will all end.
Image from Phil's Favorites - By Ilene