Measly Miserly Munchkins - Poem by Paul Amrod
They had a master plan of demolishing Wall Street's finances
by exemplifying the hoarding of a stolen bowl of gold
Found without laundering near a rainbow of romances
Unsettling normalcy while hacking and hewing
Recharged with adrenalin reviving a stronghold
while piling up debts until the interest was spewing.
Starting a corporation with investors three feet tall
with brokers aloof noticing nothing of the stories told.
Continuing an initiative hiding the betrayal subduing
the repercussions of a sloppy brassy protocol.
Kept everything cutely out of sight from anyone's glances
Maneuvering the chips with a poker face ungluing
Raising midget funds and avoiding the ugly pitfall
which gaped and was ready to swallow any chances.
They saw the fumbling fools trying to win a million
Expressing their disarray as they kept on screwing
all the gullible and the wide-eyed mummified civilians.
Our gang of treacherous Measly Miserly Munchkins
are growing richer with each day debuting
the art of stupefying with a very strict discipline.
Grabbing a quick profit while constantly rebuking
the state of affairs until it all just stunk like onions.
Watching Dow Jones while bickering like a bumpkin
With their little fingers crossed while joyfully spooking
all the propagators of a necessary overhaul.
Sucking the last gamble with backgammon on the table
Speculating the coachmen arriving without a pumpkin
They twisted the truth with a round of duking
throwing out reasoning which truly did enable
them to pull the wool over the eyes of town hall.
Raking it in with their false promises. Rendezvousing
with the Rothschilds bringing them into trances.
Thinking they were so charming and neatly small
with a feel for money with a touch a elegance.
Nevertheless the elite had lost touch and wasn't able
to decipher the underhanded nature of their extravagance.
Growing their wealth with a capitalism they did appall
and simply playing a game of misers so mentally instable.
Had a little office on Pearl Street keeping their relevance
in check. Disgruntled with society's disrespect as nightfall
came to their coziness with very little acceptance.
Hence the great necessity to clamour round and dance
on the noses of the giants with their silly basketball.
Ranting and raving silently as they fill their pockets
with a percent of acquisitions. This was their choosing.
So they gladly analyzed the dumbfounded and the market
as their greediness was a token process to rocket
their profits to the firmament while never ever losing.
Oh our Measly Miserly Munchkins are ready to blackball
as a form of sweet revenge. Their computers are in the socket
ready to win with their fraud always conniving and abusing
with internal structures of exploitation to install
a flow of revenue shooting a bull's eye as their target.
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