Loathsome dick is Sugar Mountain—
once screwed partners from his Harvard dorm room.
Just about twenty was Sugar Mountain
when some of colleagues worked with him and were doomed;
by this geek they were doomed.

An annoyance on the square,
he was good with the software.
His lack of ethics was bad,
and his social life was sad.

Grotesque prick is Sugar Mountain—
screwed his partners from that Harvard dorm room.
He f**ks us plenty, does Sugar Mountain.
All these years later, he is still a geeky goon.
Your privacy is doomed.

He pastes on a phony smile,
but it can’t conceal; He’s vile.
Now he tries to Sugar-coat
all of his amoral notes.

Boastful dick is Sugar Mountain—
screws his customers, whose privacy’s doomed.
He f**ks us plenty, does Sugar Mountain.
Quite far from friendly, he is frosty as a tomb,
as frosty as a tomb.

That he screws you, he don’t care,
but who says that life is fair?
Can you forgive and forget
one who backstabs yet don’t fret?

Grossly slick is Sugar Mountain.
Screws us as he did friends from his dorm room.
The stock drops plenty of Sugar Mountain.
Let’s hope Congress drags him into a hearing soon…
to sing his bullshit tune.

Had and has a heart of stone;
he’s kind of a robot clone.
But there’s one thing he can feel,
and it’s the thrill of the steal.

Now less rich is Sugar Mountain;
his portfolio has tanked…though not doomed.
Each keystroke entry on Sugar Mountain’s
site is recorded and you’re tracked from room to room—
for your data you’re groomed.