the apple polishers

The apple polishers roam

Sometimes running to get there

Puffing hard knowing the calls

The need to feel wanted and more

They will say all the nice things

They don't spin a sad story

They can't believe a word they say

It is the money and the power of glory

They will show the humblest low

Bowing heads thinking of the gold

They can't live with it as they will know

It is that where good guys don't go

We can criticise them at will

They look straight at you and go

As if to say “Why work like mad?

When there is gold to get free?”

The apple polishers in our society

Think what we may about them

They want to get the cut quickly

For they want to get free