A Quiet Man

So much for an independent Federal Reserve

A Quiet Man

My friends call me Jerry

Some call me Mr Chair

If it wasn’t already so

He would turn gray my hair

I’m a reserved and quiet man

Try to stay in my lane

By nature restrained

But  attacked by a man insane

Is it only just me

What can’t others see

I’m treated like the enemy

But I was his appointee

He enjoys to belittle

And behaves so smug

No sense of decency

He’s a bully and a thug

Called a stupid person

A real dummy, Mr Too Late

Also a stubborn mule

All to cut the Fed Funds rate

He shows off a diploma

From an Ivy League school

Unclear if he went to class

Another educated fool

What possibly can I do

To make him understand

Claims to be so very smart

But his head in the sand

He’s as slow as a mule

How ever did this fool

Con his way to Wharton

A degree from the school

He was daddy’s boychik

From what I know

A racist, entitled, spoiled

Exposed on a reality show

He’s in over his head

This is just plain idiocy

His version of economics

It’s all just Greek to me

His business record

Is not very sound

How many companies

Has he run to the ground

Clear he’s not the brains

Behind this operation

Others have his ear

On a road to stagflation

I look in disdain

How do you explain

A man so mundane

A man so inhumane

And It’s my opinion

that he is deficient

So full of himself

And so full of shit

He wants to lower rates

His tactic is to malign

Disparage and call names

Seeking to make me resign

As the saying goes

Fools rush in and he is

Clearly over his head

Where angels fear to tread

This is a strange affair

I won’t be his fall guy

And I will only walk away

When pigs are able to fly

With his Wall Street cronies

Made his big beautiful bill

Gave those who struggle

A bitter, poison pill

He should stick to the things

That he can comprehend

Like his friendship with Epstein

He’s a fair weather friend

He is sleazy and tasteless

Made the Oval Office look cheap

Vulgar, garish and tasteless

And as you sow, you shall reap

So how did this happen

Run that by me again

A great country in trouble

And now run by a conman