Giving It to AIG
By Dan Speers
Signs alarming, whispered warnings
Were heard from AIG.
The jokes on us, so’s the bonus
Paid to executhieves.
Took our money, bail-out money
And through the goose it shot.
Contracts they say, they had to pay
And didn’t leave us squat.
Were these fools daft, to tempt the wrath
Of tax-bled plebeians?
Listen you jerks, despite our quirks,
We are not your peons.
Throughout the land in tents are bands
With mortgages foreclosed
With bills to pay, no place to stay
It’s them what’s getting hosed.
Apologists say all of this
Was caused by us, alas,
Greedy buyers. These deniers
Pulled this out of their class.
Polits proffer bills that offer
To tax the money back.
Don’t they get it? First, they wreck it,
Then, they sew up the sack.
Well, Mr. Tim, let’s look again
Before we claim your head.
Sell the assets, fire the asses,
And hire us in their stead.
It’s time that we, ordinary
Folks set the rules, my friend.
It's time to quit. Taking your chit
Will not happen again.