We Gather in the Chamber of Gamble
Offshore bank accounts
Offshore velvet and cushioned loveseat
Trafficked for money on the switching hand of cards
Jacks and tiles,
Go call your mistresses.
The highest paid actresses and beauty queens.
Grace the senior executives all over Asia,
Drunk in love for money and thrill.
Warm bodies beside their arm.
Our host is named Congressman,
With a wife and well-brought up children.
And a housed other woman wrapped in one arm.
Now splayed like a temptation next to wine.
The seniors next to Congressman is the Division Executive,
Who probably had a release to gamble on a fine chamber at last.
The rest is Senator, Mayor and Undersecretary.
What's the next trade?
The bookie commences the game.
Roads, build lots of them, says Congressman.
Division Executive couldn't hold be more excited he finally held a card,
Ace and Spade and Clubs,
Bummer.
He looked up assiduously,
And Congressman looked at him with regard.
Would you want to be our road builder, Division Executive?
Yours has a good reputation.
But do make my investment return by fifty-percent.
Division Executive restrained his cough.
That'll be impossible, Congressman. I'd be fired and you won't see me in this chamber.
The bookie asks for draw.
Senator stacked his chips higher,
Those chips are also called public funds.
But for Senator, it's his own money,
Because those are his royalties just by sitting on his throne.
Miss Beauty Queen made an entrance,
And are these men truly entranced.
Covet the highest bidder,
Who will take this prize as a winner?
These are some daily occasions of the fine chamber.
Somewhere offshore nobody knew.
But everybody knows,
That everything goes down South,
To unwind and chase the fun.
