Crooked me.
I helped myself to the kitty's treasury
Just before it was sinking and went down;
I had it all planned.
I am Frist, B., gold in my hand.

Watch me play
The market and make millions in just a day.
I present myself as a righteous fellow--
Music to some ears--
And fiscally, I'm not in arrears.

They can't see that I'm leading them on
And that my piety is a ruse.
Non-inside traders are the ones who lost,
Then, golly!, it made the news.

So I groan
As they plough through my plundering I intone:
"I am not a crook and it wasn't theft."
With figur'tive gloves,
Fingerprints would not be on the trove.