MURDER, POLITICS, AND THE END OF THE JAZZ AGE
by Michael Wolraich
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The New Earl (apologies to Emma Lazarus)
By Ripper on Sat, 09/20/2008 - 7:46pm |Not like the Must-See TV trailer trash,
With karmic limbs outstretched to right his wrong;
Behind red ink-washed Wall Street firms stands strong
A mighty banker with a plan, whose stash
Is the taxpaying public's, and his cash
Mother of Exhales. From his Fed Chair bong
Curls smoke and mirrors; his magic hands belong
In market glovies that twin ledgers frame.
"Keep ancient lords, your stored-up wealth!" cries he
With curling lips. "Give me your debts, your junk,
Your huddled brokers yearning to trade free,
The wretched refuse of your assets shrunk.
Send these, your sub-prime home mortgages, to me,
I'll stuff the lot inside my Uncle's trunk!"
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