We come in threads of silk and tweed

with lists of all the things we need.

 

Clipboards high, we requisition

goods befitting our position.

 

Through honest labor, never greed

do we collect the things we need.

 

Ownership’s a tricky dance

when what should be mine is yours by chance,

 

but on this we’re all agreed:

none may deny us in our need.

 

Do you see how well we dress?

Does this not in and of itself impress?

 

We’d be sore ashamed to make you bleed,

but we need all that we need.

 

Your cries of want fail to move us,

we are short on pity, long on purpose,

 

likewise your communistic screed

will not change the things we need.

 

So though you may attempt to court us,

do not think that you can thwart us,

 

for shake a hand or draw a bead,

we will get the things we need.