Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Our Bankers

Our bankers, who art insensate,
Hollow be thy shame.
Thy profits come, thy shit be done
On Main Street as it is in Wall Street.
Give us this day our daily credits
And forgive us our bad debts, as we forgave those Too Big To Fail.
And lead us not into bankruptcy
But deliver us from poverty.
For thine is the money, the influence and the bling
Forever and ever.
Or not.

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