Skilling's Confession

. . . So, I'm on my way uptown on the BMT last night, and someone across the car is reading the Nyok Post, with its blaring headline about the Lay-Skilling-Enron verdict, and the following pops into the noggin, to the tune of von Tilzer's Take Me Out to the Ball Game:

Take me out of the line-up;
Send me back to the bench:
Hostile takeovers and poison pills—
Frankly, folks, I was fed to the gills!
So I cooked the books down at Enron,
And Lay did roughly the same;
So we're gilt . . . gilt . . . guilty of playing
The old shell game.

Lyric © Nathaniel DesH. Petrikov

Short and sweet, yeah. And the scansion of Hostile takeovers is a bit funky. But, as Tojo used to say, sosumi.