There is a certain gung-ho quality
To the men who, like royalty,
Each vacuous grandee,
Exhibit with foul turpitude
These arrogant perpatetics who go,
amongst the financial milieu below
with overweening, callous brio.
All hand shakes, five-fingered snakes
Transmogrifying charity to a testicular blow
Their right they do evince,
To take a cut, as the saviours wince;
After all greed is their province.
Despite the all whom caterwaul
This travesty they'll surely mince.