The Made Man Poem by John Fenton Mcleish

Be grateful for your honourable police force
For keeping us safe and secure of course
Who said they were the masonic mafia
Terror network, drug traffika'

Controlled by the likes of mi6
And a bunch of other gangsta' pricks
Not saying they're all into organized crime
But at the end of the day they tow the line

A criminal syndicate above the law
Its the elite and bankers they really work for
Protected by statutes of national security
Smoked filled rooms shrouded in secrecy

If you've got the cash and your in the lodge
Immune from prosecution, any charge can dodge
Just need the password, the proper handshake
Then everything else is just a piece of cake
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