Act IV, Scene V: the Lord High Monetary Chancellor, having asked the assembled for seven hundred and fifty billion dollars of the people's money to save the day for a very select few, faces the Monkeys of the High Court in a mock hearing, meant to buy time while a more clever plan is hatched off-stage.
Lord High Monetary Chancellor
It seems there’s been a huff and puff
About the way I strut my stuff
And just so everything is clear
I’ve come to answer questions dear
1st Monkey of the High Court
Your grace, your lord, high governor
The people are a bit perturbed
They say you want to take their gold
And give it to your friends of old
Lord High Monetary Chancellor
What is the question? Ask it, sir
Refute it not, I can concur
If you aren’t absolutely clear:
Just what is your question here?
1st Monkey of the High Court
Forgive me Lord, I practice tact
And sometimes I occlude the facts
But did I get it from you right
You want the cash sans oversight?
All Monkeys of the High Court
You want the cash sans oversight?
Are we just monkeys in the night?
You want it all, and in a flash?
Sans oversight you’d take the cash?
Lord High Monetary Chancellor
Oh, please, you focus on minutia
Those silly facts will soon seduce ‘ya
I know the truth is very sumptuous
But oversight is most presumptuous
2nd Monkey of the High Court
Dear Lord, please help us understand
You want the largest helping hand
For those who got us in this mess
To bail them out is large largesse
Lord High Monetary Chancellor & All Monkeys of the High Court
The economy must now be saved
For those of us who dug the grave
For lobbyists who feed on meat
For men in suits who cruise Wall Street
The tide that rises lifts all boats
Can you believe the shit that floats?
We must assuage the dragon in its lair
For this we sacrifice taxpayers!
3rd Monkey of the High Court
If it please your majesty
How shall I face my constituency?
Will they get a fair return?
Or will they once again be burned?
Lord High Monetary Chancellor
The taxpayers are a noble race
And we exist at their good grace
We, in sackcloth and ashes, hat in hand
Must make them all to understand
The need for cash is quite acute
It puts the gold in golden parachutes
So face the voters and stall with brio
While the rest of us fly down to Rio
ALL
The economy must now be saved
For those of us who dug the grave
For lobbyists who feed on meat
For men in suits who cruise Wall Street
The tide that rises lifts all boats
Can you believe the shit that floats?
We must assuage the dragon in its lair
For this we sacrifice taxpayers!
(All exeunt.)
End of Act IV
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Cross posted at Jesus' General.
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