Audit Apocalypse

I scour the books with a detail trace Phantom funds, no face Globally, they launder, not a trace I’m the sleuth, they dread Cryptic code, I burn the math In the flames, frauds collapse Halt! Gah! Gnarled figures in my spreadsheets glare Banks and wires tangled snare Ciphers crack and ledgers bleed I strike the keys, they concede Chaos in the market's churn Numbers scream as tables turn To make the merry-go-round go faster So that everyone needs to hang on tighter just to keep from being thrown to the wolves. Panic, chaos, in the fiscal maze Watch them crumble, in my incisive gaze Unmask the shadow, that hides the lies Forensic eagle in the fiscal skies Digits dance with a devilish beat I'll drag the truth from its cryptic retreat