TARP, TARP, TARP
(From William Shakespere's Macbeth)
WilliamBanzai7

TARP, and TARP, and TARP,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded waste;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to financial ruin. Out, out, brief bailout candle!
Paulsen's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
Who struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
sold by a panicked idiot, full of sound and fury,
In the end signifying nothing.