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Fiduciary Fiasco
Now who entrusted an ugly octopus
with the pretty plaid pocketbook?
An eight arm six-finger crook
crawling up the vault wall
is such a dirty, filthy lucre look
Those pretty piggy bank pennies
are no-account disappearing
And them buxom chicks bouncy checks
are not carte blanche clearing
Plenty funny business in the cabinet kitchen
is cause for a close culinary audit look
Gotta IRS probing ire see, with pens itching,
whose loosey-goosey cooking the books
Pig tales of pickpocket gluttony
ain’t gonna put those trust fund doubts
in the right, anorexic frame of mind
Green Whig conservator party
need a little posh makeup P-scheme pout
to lip coverup the grip-n-grin crime
Hot on the tip trail
of those swamp gators skipping bail
on a twin-engine cottontail
Moving the patsy and the pawn
with a lazy mope and a dead yawn
The teller and the guard
were the cuffed duo vacuous fawn
It was such a fiduciary fiasco
of said brazen beauty and brawn
Perpetrated by a third pair of enigmatic eyes,
lounging somewhere tropical
on a si perfectly manicured lawn
Like Louisiana tabasco
is red dirt hot, even before a misty dawn
Fiduciary fiasco ~ Dollars hidden in the swamp
stays tax buried once offshore withdrawn
Copyright ©
Freddie Robinson Jr.
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