A banker whose manner was blunt Squandered investor's funds on a punt. The whole lot was lost At incredible cost To the nations that all bore the brunt. Just one man, whose shoulders were broad, Was sacked for reporting the fraud. The judge in his case Said "I don't like your face" So he lost 'cause the system is flawed. That outcome ignited his zeal; Off he went to the Court of Appeal. But the banker had bought All three members of court, And after, he bought them a meal. Years passed till they got to that night With hero still willing to fight. He would have done more, But by then he was poor, So instead, he decided to write. He came up with a website and book, 'Cause by then he did not give a fook He published the truth 'bout the suited uncouth And hoped that the fraud squad might look Within days he was duly arrested As bankers, en masse, had protested Saying he undermined A whole system designed To care for their interests (all vested) Once more he went back to the judge Who, by then, had full nurtured a grudge "You are guilty as charged With your sentence enlarged", he scoffed, with a wink and a nudge Our hero then languished in prison tormented by scorn and derision. While he sat there in tears, weeks and months turned to years. While Evan's vast income had risen But natural justice, it seems Can reach out to folk of all means An unfortunate slip, Cut, burn, crash, fall or trip Can cut short the most grandiose dreams So our fat cat was almost in heaven When St Peter (who now comes from Devon) Said: "I've heard, and I reckons Eternity beckons You down to the furnace, old Evan". The moral in every true story About Lib Dem or Labour or Tory Is while decadent fools think hypocrisy rules It's their victims deserve all the glory