PILE the forclosures high in Las Vegas and Bakersfield.
Shovel them under and let me work—
I am the deleveraging; I cover all.
And pile them high in Phoenix
And pile them high in Detroit and DC.
Shovel them under and let me work.
Two years, ten years, and people ask their friends:
What place is this?
Where are we?
I am deleveraging.
Let me work.
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The Banker does what bankers can,
Deeds quite impossible for Man,
But for one prize he shall always yearn,
The Banker has no ability to learn:
Among his grand earthly things,
the emptiness of his soul now stings,
The Banker stalks one last deal,
as in pain around him we all now reel.
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COME play with me;
Why should you run
Through the empty streets
As though I’d a gun
To strike you dead?
Oh I’m just a taxpayer
and you’re a bailed-out banker
Run fast or die!