Friday, June 18, 2010

Bail Out

Bail out they cried
the scrooges of Detroit’s Big Three,
martinis at hand.
They cried to Congress,
“We need millions,
we are getting poorer,
my wife needs an Armani dress,
with all this pressure,
how can we concentrate in golf?
How will we pay for our mistress’ diamonds?,
villas at Martha’s Vineyard?
Monaco vacations?
Give us millions,
to keep pace,
to pay bonuses profuse with zeros.
We need our Bentleys , the Porshe, the Prada purses,
the acres showing how wealthy we are.
Forget the thousand of families enduring foreclosure,
the guy who lost his retirement at Enron,
the old ladies working at Wal-Mart to make ends meet,
the thousands of laid off workers,
Forget them,
screw them.
We come here for pity, for help.
We are so desperate,
we even came in our private jets,
to show how badly we need this money.
Bail us out, bail us out…please

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