XXIX Marc Rich

XXIX    Marc Rich



What scumbags we elect from time to time;
(And I'm afraid we've done it 'een once more)
Harassing interns on the public dime
And treating his first lady like a whore.

Attempts at statesmanship are just a bore
For those that have the criminal intent.
There's money, sex--illicit things to score!
And, later on, he wondered where it went.

Rich crooks like you, to Bill, were heaven-sent.
Considering all to whom that bastard lied,
His sins were much the larger in extent.
Methinks betwixt you two, the wrong one died.

Send Bill a million, Hillary as well,
And see if they can pardon you from hell.

XXII Billie Sol Estes

XXII  Billie Sol Estes



He was a friend of LBJ.  Immune
From prosecutors thwarting all his dreams.
He conned the rich investors with his tune,
And Lyndon learned, from him, of Ponzi schemes.

Ammonia tanks and farming were his themes.
More money meant more ladies for his bed.
But Lyn was saddled with Vietnam memes.
"I come to you with heavy heart," he said.

And so the Great Society was led
In, from the frayed and soggy Marxist book.
Distraction from the war!  Keep people fed!
And leave the founding fathers on the hook.

Now, forty years beyond this Ponzi start.
Obama's stake has pierced our country's heart!

VIII Arlene Ackermann

VIII     Arlene Ackermann



I started in D.C.  It was no breeze.
The head of all their schools.  I cut my teeth
On gangsters, sluts, and rapper wanna-be's.
With little brain pow'r lurking underneath.

Then, on to Frisco I was sent.  Good grief!
One hundred sevn'ty thousand I desired.
I had to sue.  They called me a damn thief!
'Twas severance pay.  Hah!  I could not be fired!

So Philly was the next bunch I inspired.
A five-year commie plan, their funds to drain.
They paid a million bucks if I'd retire.
And then I filed an unemployment claim!

My excellence, Obama recognized.
I was a brassy crook.  He was surprised!