Ode to Philip M Verges
(Sung to a Rappin’ Beat)

Philip is the name,
pumpin’ is my game.
With SEC not lookin’
boy I was a cookin’

I had West Point on my resume,
so the SEC did a look away.
With too much greed,
the SEC drew a bead.
Man o’ man I got away,
creatin’ eighteen companies that
ain’t today.

Now there’s no point,
to my taxpayer education,
my ego needs no validation.

West Point was my ticket,
which led to the stock market
and my racket.

The Point taught honor and honesty,
my mind created cons and criminal dynasties.

Now I sit in contemplation,
hoping for a not-guilty adjudication.
The military taught me how to fight,
but my market hype was out of sight.

All my reality schemes,
are mere mortal dreams.