When the Dow arrow stops to peak
The heart’s rhythm starts to weak
Who’s the veiled snake
Who’s the two face sneak
Who can you indeed trust
When everyone is known to cheat
Promising milk, honey and wheat
While cutting meadow under your feet
Paranoid, can’t eat
Who will conquer the rest
Last man standing in this mess
Rob and steal you the best
Passing tax payer’s detector test
In the American eagle’s nest
Who will lie, under oath confess
Double or nothing is a blind guess
Play your 401k like chess
Conniving mind, more or less
Faithful anathema of Eliot Ness
Dress with colorful bow ties and vests
Sucking you dry like a pest
Comfortable behind a lavish desk
Neurotic, can’t think
One day your name is Sir. Pete
Ebony servant prepares coffee
In a mansion that can’t be beat
Breakfast with bloody meat
Ivory mistress invited for tea
Oh! How very neat
Rainbow diamonds sandal at their feet
Destiny you then shall meet
Feeling the market’s heat
Indebted very deep
Alienated like a creep
Bankruptcy only left you with a jeep
Wall of shame, now living on the street
Toss and turning in a car seat
Moonstruck, can’t sleep
PS:
During my vacation in New York City, for some strange reason, I knew I couldn't leave Manhattan without setting foot on Wall Street. A place where the American dream lives, it wasn't Broadway, but if you make it there you can make it anywhere. I felt a strong financial power emitting within those four walls that could improve the entire economic situation of the whole world, from now until the end of time, if there wasn't so much greed.
Then I though to myself: "If only the churches and other religious organisations could lead by sharing 1/2 of their multi-billion dollar enterprise, maybe then Wall Street could follow with the same gesture". What does an investor do with a billion dollar, anyway? How much is too much? Is the Pope more credible or closer to God surrounded with so much gold and real-estate?
Greed is still wrong in my book, but who of the two, is the most corrupted?
Hmmm! ;)
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