Hair-Shirt Meet AIG
We need a prophet of old to come and set AIG on the straight and narrow. AIG who must pay out millions in bonuses because their “hands are tied” by binding agreements.
We have redeemed you, O AIG.
We have provided bailout monies,
because we pity your groveling
and hope to reign in the damage from your reckless ways.
We have pulled your donkey back from the flame,
To carry a burden another day.
But this.
Your bonuses smell of loathsome stool
From saggy trousers of insurers gone wild
Whose excesses are piled
For all to sniff and consider corporate contempt.
Your demand for plenty
From the hands of those who want.
Extinguishing trust.
Let public pain
Visit the craving maw of your greedy accounts.
Put away your business as usual
With the spotlight on you
And 170 billion public reasons to turn from your ways.
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