I don't know how "upbeat" this is, but anyway ...
Recession Confession
Please, give me my job back! I don’t have a cent.
My dog has no kibble, I can’t pay the rent,
BANNED POSTBANNED POSTBANNED POSTI dine at soup kitchens, I’ve lost too much weight,
BANNED POSTBANNED POSTBANNED POSTCan’t treat my new girlfriend when out on a date,
Or buy gas for my car. Yet, why should I lament
My vanished reserves? It’s no help to resent
Economic decline. I am more than content
BANNED POSTBANNED POSTBANNED POSTThat I’ve still got my pooch. Oh, he ran out the gate.
BANNED POSTBANNED POSTBANNED POSTBANNED POSTBANNED POSTBANNED POSTPlease, give me my job back!
Since he’s starved as this country, I guess he’s hell-bent
About hunting his food. Now a well-to-do gent
BANNED POSTBANNED POSTBANNED POSTHas stolen my girl. Well, so much for my mate!
BANNED POSTBANNED POSTBANNED POSTWhile I can take comfort in knowing this great
Groundswell of gloom is a transient event,
BANNED POSTBANNED POSTBANNED POSTBANNED POSTBANNED POSTBANNED POSTPlease, give me my job back!
[This message has been edited by Martin Elster (edited November 22, 2008).]
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