A poem to the Federal Deposit Insurance Corporation management and their money laundering syndicates and corporate raiders housed throughout the government, robbing the American hero, the American hero.

Poised like icky gicky gow

They were poised to to be tower and sour

Till dead the FDIC did I get in thrown

Like a thorn with eyes I was prone

A money laundering syndicate I did spy

Twinkling with the corrupt and silver Nevada bank guy

Had his hand not been shown

The Sacramento banker sweat I had already known

For what corps I did pay

He seemed honest quite and armed anyway

Carrying bags of change hither and tither

When that banking collapse and the last honest FDIC went hither

Murdered and slain it was plain

Suicide and silence was their gain

So what about the stick in the eye

Or am I just the American Blow Fly or perhaps

Pseudacteon species mixed with a wing and wig of a Triseptera

Now the theorized Dirty Hairy Blow Fly Am I

Jesus licks his nuts

Garibaldi once said, "Give me a rope and I'll hang the pope"

But I says, only with a wince and an eye.

Hooskow Prison Planet Earth with the lesser not so wise guy