In the year two zero one and two
ColumBen sailed the fiat ocean blue.
He had three ships and left insane;
QE 1, 2 and 3 and a Keynesian brain.
He schemed by night; he fooled by day;
This PhD farce always got his way.
A Keynesian compass helped him know
How to schtup each and every average Joe.
Ninety men were on board;
Those men worked while the bankstas snored.
Then when the workers went to sleep;
The bankstas screwed them like big sheep.
Day after day they looked for Ponziland;
They dreamed of fiat trees and Ponzi sand.
October 8 their dream came true,
You never saw a bigger BLS Bullshit stew!
Look: “Employed Indians!” ColumBen cried;
His heart was filled with joyful pride.
But “India” the land was not;
It was Amerika, and it’s economy was shot.
The angry natives weren’t very nice;
All they gave the bankstas was a noose.
ColumBen sailed to find some Ponzi gold
To bring back home, as he’d been told.
He made the trip again and again,
But all he found was an empty Keynesian pen.