THE STAR STRANGLED BANNER (with apologies to Francis Scott Key)
Oh, say, do you seethe, at the Dow’s daily fright
How so aptly we riled at the twilight’s last reaming
Whose pinstripes and dulled stars plotted perilous nights
As the bankers, we learned, were so flagrantly stealing?
Plus the hedgers’ red stare, up all night in their lair
Gave proof through the night, that the crooks were still there.
O say, does that star–strangled banner yet wave
O’er the land of the FEE and the home of the KNAVE.
1 comment:
Well, that made me want to hop right up and wave a single-finger salute in the direction of Wall Street.
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