Classic Poem

None have their trousers quite so neatly creased,
Such slim umbrellas, such a shine on shoe,
As we who take the train to Waterloo.
We're quartered out of town on building schemes,
Our business services are highly priced,
We're all " Executives " on " city-teams. "
We hold enlightened views on Jesus Christ.

Shock troopers of Finance — but well policed —
We daily flock, and monthly draw our screw:
The City keeps our palms politely greased
To prove 1 — 1 must equal 2
(Poor backward tribes where usury's taboo!)
We dun the farmer and we drink his cream,
We reckon up the pips the gamblers diced
And charge the tribute to the winning name
We hold enlightened views on Jesus Christ.

We love the fleecers and we hate the fleeced,
We keep in countenance the Well to do,
We don't stand for the morbid or triste,
Darwin has taught all creatures get their due.
We are the people, we pay our taxes too.
Our brains are bought, we've nothing left to sell
For knowledge of ourselves or the weltgeist,
We know no heaven and we know no hell,
We hold enlightened views on Jesus Christ.

E NVOI

We go down, Lord, in harness to the tomb,
Good beasts, and never from our yoke enticed,
We dragged around the wheel of slump and boon
And held enlightened views on Jesus Christ.