The S.E.C. Nailed The S.O.B. Poem by Ruth Sabath Rosenthal

The S.E.C. Nailed The S.O.B.



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.

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