Looking at life

They asked the wiseman and the scholar,
What's it worth the dollar?
For though it many does obsess,
It no value does possess,
It's just a coloured bit of paper,
A meme, in the mind a vapour,
With nothing there that's solid,
But oft results in thoughts quite squalid.
For most have yet not heard,
It's value is a word,
It's worth what the bankers say,
And that word can anyone betray,
So if you about the dollar rave,
And feel you it should save,
The banks will the chance not lack,
To stab you in the back.
For this silly bit of paper,
Might be just a massive caper,
And though it says it does in God believe,
Are you sure those words don't you deceive?
So if in the dollar you would trust,
What are the chances you'll go bust?

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Dope smoking politicians,
Tell us they're important,
That they for something count,
And none should them discount.

But it's all a (45 minute) lie,
These little nobodies,
Who are but to Brussels fleas,
Who anyone can tease.

For now a European backwater,
With little left to barter,
In Brussels Britain counts for nought,
Perhaps not even as a port.

For now of our laws, eighty percent,
Are to us from Brussels sent,
And these are important laws,
Which have powerful jaws.

For why did hereditary peers resign,
With knowing smiles benign,
If they did not know,
To where real power would go?

So for the future no one seeks,
Westminster pipsqueaks,
Brussels now is where the action is,
And where you'll find the whiz.

So if you are ambitious,
And want nothing that's fictitious,
You Westminster should forget,
As it is with pettiness beset.

It's to Burssels you must go,
If you would powerful people know,
And in the future grow,
So you with success can glow.

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The investigation has been terminated and no charges are to be laid.

So what did you expect?