Ode to a scandal

When current year sales were less than our cost
that is when I casually flossed
When our stock prices tumbled and marketing failed
a postcard from Bermuda I cheerfully mailed
When bankruptcy was the only option that remained
I strolled through the park and whistled when it rained
When jobs were lost and assets were sold
over in my hammock I lazily rolled
If they knew what I did I'd be jailed for sure
For wickedness as mine there is surely no cure
I ruined the company and planned its demise
by selling its secrets and telling them lies
As I always say, "Corporate America is all a big scam"
I laugh hysterically as I spread my pineapple jam.