The NYC Christmas Song

Bloomberg roasting on an open fire
Wailing, in spite of billions, at his woes
Screeching carols sung by Murdoch's choir
Frying in grease dripping off his toes

Lord knows that cooking billionaires
Helps to make the season bright
Pudgy toes with sculptured nails aglow
Will find it hard to sleep tonight

We all know Wall Street Satan's on his way
With more bonuses and ways to make crime pay
And ninety-nine mothers are going to have to die
So one "job creator," and similar pigs, can fly

And so I'm offering this simple phrase
To kids from one to ninety-two
Although its been said many times, many ways
A Merry NYC Christmas to you...

More holiday cooking and cursing:
[Escape from New York Recipes]
[A Curse on Rupert Murdoch]