It’s for the rich.
Aren’t we a pair?
Me here at last in charge,
You say bad things.
Send in the Feds.
It’s for the rich.
You must approve.
One who keeps screwing around,
One who can’t decide.
Where are the Feds?
Send in the Feds.

*with apologies to Send in the Clowns, which probably doesn’t mean what you think it means.