Sonnet to 120 banks

Don't feel so alone about your failing
You were duped by excitement and greed
Soon you will find others are flailing
Obama will soon write for you a new creed.

It does appear hundreds are yet to crash
Down the tubes, bought by your neighbors
For all this crime you will not get a lash
Hope most will not fall again for lore

You just aren't big enough now to matter
All of the too big to fail have been saved
The rest of you are just so much clatter
Too bad all of that profit was over craved

So pack up your Blackberry and your laptop
And head for Denver, Phoenix, or a mop.