This "comic verse" was just sent to me by local poet Randall Bailey, who wrote, "You can use this for free!" It came without a title (not even Untitled) so I selected one of the poem's lines to do the job. Now please enjoy socking it to the man through comic verse.

They'll Smell Just Like The Things They Say


The guys who caused this fiscal slowness
Are owed a great big juicy bonus?

I credit not these default swaps:
It's high time someone called the cops.

Too many weird derivatives
Turned our banks coffers into sieves.

Could these execs please show their face?
Whining: "PAY ME MILLIONS, HUMAN RACE!!"

These execs who use and own us,
Where do they live? Why don't they 'phone us?

We're tired of all their tricky games
WE DEMAND TO KNOW THEIR NAMES!

Dress them up in orange jumpsuits
Clad their feet in prison work boots!

Showering every other day,
They'll smell just like the things they say.

Lock them up, and I'm not kidding,
Our government will do our bidding.

"Contracts?" Hell! THEY BROKE THE LAW!
In spite of all the risk they saw!