This Be the Panama Papers
by Henderson Downing
They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the cash they had
And add some extra, just for you.
But they were fucked up in their turn
By lawyers hiding coins and notes,
Who hid their shares and all they earn,
enough to buy you extra votes.
Man hands on property to man.
Amnesia deepens like offshore wealth.
Salvage your reputation if you can,
And publish your tax returns yourself.
(With apologies to Philip Larkin.)