'Twas the week before Christmas and folks filled with rancor
Were counting the ways that each bonus-filled banker
Could celebrate New Years either locked in a cell
Or counting their stash in a corner of hell.
And there, with the Devil, they'll study the book
On how to become a respectable crook
By dealing derivatives, hedge funds and swaps
And paying off senators, judges and cops.
They'll all have a party with pretzels and beer
To honor the others who soon would be here-
Come Greenspan, Bernanke and Geithner and Summers
And any Chicago free market newcomers
Who believe in the value of huge piles of stuff
With never a thought about what is enough.
With less for the many and more for the few
A nice little laissez-faire Christmas to you.
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