A collection of political poetry, useful for purging pestering pundit pus.
The CEO's in money are swimmin'
and bonuses are all the time winnin'.
They drive their companies to the ground,
then in order for them to rebound
they ask for a hand out
with a scheme that's well planned out
and all the way to the bank they are grinnin'.
They called up the lass that was named Palin,
when the Repubs looked like they were failin',
Some were afraid that as a mate
she would be second rate,
but better still than the one that had Quayle in.
In the midst of economic downturn
all financial gurus are spurned.
They are as bad as a whore
they'll love you 'till you are sore
then shove you out the door
leaving you alone and poor.