Hank* was the Prince Dark,
But a new gent
Was hank’ring for the part,
And the loot went
To Wall Street grifts who plundered
And got us here,
Tanked. The loot departs.

Crooked was this light-
fingered crew. . .sucked.
Now Geithner who’s a light-
weight, he’s the new schmuck
Who’s not gonna make things any better—
Hank mentored this tart.

Up the price of gold,
Out the country’s sold.
Under Hank’s wing, this young
Man learned art of crime;
With pards should do time.
Fear schmucks screwed us. . .we’re f**cked!
Hank’s kid. . .swindling art.

*Paulson