We have two offerings this week. There’s a short poem about former high-profile Wall Streeters who have disappeared from public view, and an epigram about a U.S. Congress that has sold out to credit card issuing banks.
The Masters Of The Game
When times were fat I always knew
The masters of the game
These people never shied away
From hyping their own fame.
Some CEOs were subjects of
Biographers and bards
Some closely followed analysts
Showed up on trading cards.
But now that all the glitz is gone
And markets have got tight
The mighty mavens of years past
Have disappeared from sight
I don’t expect my money back
I’m not that big a sap
I just would like someone to say:
"Twas me. I’ll take the rap."
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On Bankruptcy
This week our reps up on The Hill
Will pass a new bankruptcy bill
The moral bankrupts here, I’m noting
Are paid-for pols who do the voting
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