Looking More Like Rats Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

They wish to touch their money...
But the looks of it has change.
They wish to claim all of it.
But something about the way it looks,
Doesn't appear to be quite the same.

They requested cash but were issued checks.
And this was not what was expected.
And all who stood in line complained...
Perplexed.
While the smiles on the bankers,
Tried to keep themselves the ones less suspected.

And this would spread across the land,
As explanations of a crisis were denied.
While millions of people,
Began living third world visions...
Many in high places,
Were looking more like rats...
Seeking very low holes,
To scatter as the light began showing...
Upon their falsely painted smiles.
And their deceiving fast running backs!

Ohhh...
They wish to touch their money.
But the looks of it has change.
They wish to claim all of it.
But something about the way it looks,
Doesn't appear to be quite the same.
And they are told their impatience...
Which had grown into angered fits.
Is the reason and the blame...
Their money has become worthless!