Wall Street



Wall Street, a place of cons and schemes,

And fortunes built on doctored dreams,

And fees and spreads and in-bred cronies,

I counted fifteen thousand phonies.

The SEC patrols these parts,

Attempts to curb its slicker arts,

With num’rous regs, it seeks to beat

The crimes and shams that ‘fest The Street.

Such efforts, though, can ne’er succeed,

While there the ruling creed is greed.