Mortgage Broker Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

There was never a good joker
just a cheating mortgage broker,
it was business as usual in L.A.
Make your money just by cheating
but some day you'll get your beating
it's the piper that you certainly must pay.
And the people that you've plundered
when the devil's kingdom thundered
will at last have their own wicked, sordid way.
They will rip your inner felon from your chest
take you up to where the sun sets on the crest.
Then they dropp you fifteen miles. It's end of play.