I'm a Wall Street banker, yes I be,
seems you've come to rescue me.
Barney Frank and Christopher Dodd,
the two of you look very odd.
You seem so funny in those comic book suits,
with flowing capes and colorful boots
But, I have me a safety hedge,
to get down here off this ledge.
Though I'm not a very bright man,
listen to my brilliant plan.
I hear you have a ton of dough,
it's free for the asking, ain't that so?
Take all that money and gather it round,
make it into a great big mound.
Then I'll jump right into that pile,
and again the country will begin to smile.
There's just one thing, I must confess,
when I'm safely down you clean up the mess!
A contest entry
- Trick Of The Eye by polly filla.
875 points, ended October 7, 2008, 10 entries
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