Written By The Hermit Poet

I never laugh at others misery

However

This time it is worthy

Smaller and smaller

The number of places for the corrupt to hide

Stashing the cash

In safe locations

Is like sticking a finger in a beehive

The barristers who wash the money

Do not have complete control anymore

Setting up shell companies is the game

No one knows in whose name

For decades the scheme worked

The data kept in nice little paper books

Today information online

Compromised security

Could put all involved

In a very bad bind

Maybe time to go back to old school

Buy Private Island

And

Bury currency, diamonds, gold coins

Under the mansion’s swimming pool

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