MERSy Christmas Everyone!


Tis right before Christmas, but they’ll still take your house
Many creatures are lurking, like Baum – that louse.
The documents were strung together without care,
Have a missing assignment? LPS will be there!

The attorneys said “We’ve put our problems to bed”
As fraudclosure whistleblowers were turning up dead.
There’s Biden in Delaware, and Martha in Mass.,
Who finally said, “Let’s kick bankster ass!”

There’s Miller in Iowa who’s leading the chatter,
“Millions of foreclosures? Hey, what’s the matter?”
Amnesty for the banks who started this crash,
For a slap on the wrist and a wee bit of cash.

And soon we will see it was all just a show,
They’ll be working on tans with friend Angelo.
“Trash Out” companies break into homes without fear,
It’s a civil matter and the cops won’t appear.

They’ll doctor the proof to steal your home free and clear,
With forged notes backdated five years!
A VP with a short name will do the trick,
Boy! That Linda Green can sure sign ’em quick!

More rapid than a machine she signed her name,
And under deposition the rest of them came.
Sign Linda! Sign Crystal! Christine and Bryan!
Sign Stephan, , Sign Hoye, Thomas and Samons!

We’ll pay you more than you can make at the mall,
Now sign away, sign away, sign away all!
You can apply for a loan mod but it surely won’t fly,
You’ll be met with obstacles that reach to the sky!

So short sale your house, sign a deed in lieu,
Or we’ll do what is necessary to take it from you!
In rocket-docket court the homeowner bears the burden of proof,
Ninety seconds to save your home and then it’s gone – poof!

Henry Paulson stepped forward as the ship was going down,
And said “We need 700 billion to turn things around!”
All the money went to men in fine tailored suits,
While homeowners were tossed by thugs in jack boots.

There was HARP and HAMP to keep HOPE alive,
Where all of your documents went by the wayside.
Who are the folks who’ve swindled so many?
There’s David Stern, Fannie and Freddie.

Bank of America will put you out in the snow,
Along with Citi, GMAC and Wells Fargo.
Stumpf and Dimon have only their shareholders to please,
Profits go up with the more homes they seize.

They created swaps, CDO’s and MBS,
But in the end it was all just BS.
There’s Helicopter Ben and Geithner the elf,
From our pocket to theirs, – the only transfer of wealth.

They’d have us believe we got into this on our own,
Next time don’t fall for balloon, predatory or subprime loans!
Three ways to take down a once great nation,
Fraud, deceit and securitization.

While you were busy paying your note through a lifetime of work,
The banks created MERS to avoid paying court clerks.
In the end, it was the banksters they chose,
Thanks to your government you got hosed.

The notice said there would be no dismissal,
Delivered by men with badges and pistols.
And I heard them exclaim, as they backed down the drive,
“Mersy Christmas to all, we’ve destroyed your lives!”


h/t pathelfrick

One Response to “MERSy Christmas Everyone!”
  1. Anonymous says:

    Twas the night before Christmas and all through the jailhouse, not one banker was jailed for stealing a house.

    With his daughter at the ho ho hoe house and his son smoking grass, the old ugly bald banker bedded down with his mistress for a nice piece of ass.

    When out on the lawn, they heard such a clatter, the banker sprung from his piece to see what was the matter.

    Then out on the lawn, he saw a big dick, and he knew in a moment, that it was good ‘ol Saint Nick.

    St. Nick came down the chimney, like a bat out of hell, and the banker knew right away, that he had nothing to sell.

    St. Nick filled all the bankers stockings with coal and cocaine, so the banker could take it hard and feel all the pain.

    Ol Saint Nick turned out to be a tranny who had a big present for the banker’s big fanny.

    St Nick exclaimed I am going to do to you what you’ve done to others, so bend over banker biatch and take it like a mother.

    For all those you screwed and hurt with your crimes, this pain is for you and it won’t cost you a dime.

    As St. Nick rammed Santa’s pole in the banker’s fanny, the banker enjoyed the time he spent with this tranny.

    As St. Nick screamed out turn off all the lights, the banker screamed out in pain and delight.

    I’m a banker biatch he told Santa and this is what I do, so you can screw me all you like because one day I’m going to screw you.

    So St Nick all so angry could not take it no more, and said listen bank biatch, you’re just a big whore.

    Next time I won’t be so gentle, so slow, and so kind, next time I’ll rape more than your bank biatch mind.

    You see it is people as evil as you, and we the Annoynomous will give you what’s due.

    Forget jailhouses for they are too good and kind, next time we’ll take more that your hairy and fat behind.

    We’re watching you and all you do, we’re all going to more than simply sue.

    We’re going to give you justice so harsh and so swift, the kind of justice where you’ll only wish.

    That St Nick would come a calling, the tranny come balling, while you scream and shout all the while still howling.

    Stop, stop, stop as the guns go pop, pop, pop. your war on the classes end in your funeral masses.

    You were warned more than once and warned more than twice, then you will all hide like blind little mice.

    Only to be caught in a deadly mousetrap not what you hoped for with a small wrist slap.

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