He should have lived in dread
of getting nailed for a ruse
downright devious. Wicked!
Selling what didn’t exist,
he imagined he couldn’t lose.
Wrong! censors did insist.
And when to court he was dragged,
a not-amused judge mused,
then screwed the scalawag.
Now, that deposed C.E.O sees
the almighty S.E.C.
as damn shrewd S.O.B.s.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem