A mile away the shooter waited;
He knew he was outside the zone
That Treasury had federated
So hovered, waiting like a drone.
He didn't want to kill the bankers
But did because he hated cankers:
The financers foreclosed on him;
His wife had left and taken Kim.
The Treasury chief stepped to the podium.
The bullet launched, flew, fell straight down
And blew apart the banker’s crown
Then cut the man in half. No odium
Would be attached to him who shot
A man who’d ravaged Camelot.