Crypto Crook

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: TRUMP

 

Crypto Crook

 

Would you like to buy my crypto coin?

I’ve got a club that you could join

I’ll only cost a hundred grand

If you need a favor I’m your man

 

I am the Crypto King

Some say the crypto crook

I’ll sell you almost anything

In fact I wrote the book

 

Would you like a condominium?

I’ll charge more or less the minimum

If you are ever in Dubai

Don’t hesitate to stop by

 

Those Arabs own a lot you know

The prince is on the phone

He wants me to enjoy the show

I’ll toss the prince a bone

 

Say, I’ve got a bridge for sale

I believe you know it well

The Crypto King can never fail

It comes with a cracked bell

 

 

Ill-Gotten Gains

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CRYPTO

 

Ill-Gotten Gains

 

Crypto is a currency for ill-gotten gains

A front for criminal enterprise

Where crypto goes it leaves a stain

Of corruption, greed and lies

 

Our president is just a mob boss

Without the usual ties

There is no line he wouldn’t cross

No scheme he wouldn’t buy

 

If you promise to be loyal

He’ll treat you like his friend

If you deal in gold and oil

On him you can depend

 

He’ll open up the public lands

To private exploitation

If you’d like to use the family brand

He’ll sell you half the nation

 

And no one will know anything

It’s all behind closed doors

They have the flags and everything

They own the company store