Where the Sun Don't Shine

Another major sycophant, we owe many thanks to Howard Lutnick for the current economic mess. It is inexplicable that working class Americans would believe that Lutnick, Bessant and Navarro are operating in our best interests.

I’m a Wall Street guy

And I always guarantee

To make loads of money

Dollars, pounds, yen, rupee

I don’t need the dough

But it’s how I keep score

Market down, market up

I just keep making more

Now the head of Commerce

I stand in front of the press

And when Trump can clearly hear

I’ll blurt anything to impress

My new role is to grovel

Under a con man’s spell

Sold my soul to a grifter

And I grovel all so well

Recession, inflation and tax breaks

All money from the little guy

Delivered to the wealthy class

Done without batting an eye

I guarantee no recession

But who really knows

Maybe there will be one

I’ll still smell like a rose

Don’t worry, all is good

Just another bullshit line

Direct from the Oval Office

Where the sun don’t shine

The golden age is coming

The economy will do so well

And if you actually believe that

I have a few bridges to sell

I can spout some crazy stuff

And some that’s just bizarre

We will usher in a golden age

I fit rightly in this clown car

My name is Howie

Making money year round

It makes no difference

Market up, market down