Rid The Horns - poem/song

This is loosely inspired by the Great Depression and Great Recession.

Lost my job, took my car, took my home.
The banks bailed out yet they still foreclosed.
No remorse from Wall Street.
They can't be told no.
While they party with a bonus I paid for.
I'm out here foraging for food.
Tell me, how is that fair in a sensible world.
Where the quality of my life is determined by a bull.
Should have never been let loose.
Now they're too big to prosecute.
Need to rip the horns out and watch him croak.

Make a new home by the river.
I don't care if the economy gets better.
Big brother can give him all the money he wants.
If I'm not important enough to be saved.
Then I'm done playing these games.
We figured you out, you've got caught.
Tell me, how is that fair in a sensible world.
Where the quality of my life is determined by a bull.
Should have never been let loose.
Now they're too big to prosecute.
Need to rip the horns out and watch him croak.

Could the system be fixed?
Needs a deep cleaning and a whole lot of common sense.
With some work we might get it on a right track.
All this speculation needs to go.
No room in this rodeo.
A new bull in town is ready to fight back.
Tell me, how is that fair in a sensible world.
Where the quality of my life is determined by a bull.
Should have never been let loose.
Now they're too big to prosecute.
Need to rip the horns out and watch him croak.