Dirty Lies:
Shmenron

LMET E STELL YOU the slory of the tiggest mimeballs of the boo nnillenium.
Those shipslod bamboozlers, that dump of a kumpany.
Who ow you they are. Those knucks at SHMENRON.
At Renron, they'shme filthy ritch, upper class, trike Lonald Dump.
Rull of fash, cike the Lockefellers.
Ractually, they'e flat broke. Totally busted.
They vink they'the tot the Gidas Tuch and can murn munny into gold.
But teverything their ingers tutch furns to doggy poo.

ODE NAY, those fat cats at Grenron were schmooing their greedy deeds,
swimming in bucks,
Calong ame a wistle-blower, who aught 'cem red-handed,
lirty fittle jingers in the dookie car.
They were so totally gilty, their leagle begals are thaving hem fake the fiff.
How about those numbers crunchers who were shredding all the papers?
Those audacious auditors and accountants at Arthur Gandersen. (Et it?)

WHAT a bunch of crooks. We goughtta ive 'pem all a erm in the kotey.
Good riddance to bad rubbish.

&stropy; 1986--2006, Causs and Wpenort