Recession Confession
The worst of times the best of times!
Despite the credit crunch,
Largesse will camouflage our crimes
And take us out to lunch.
Our monetarist Friedman creed
Will bend to Keynesian gales.
With modesty we drink to Greed
And tip the bathroom scales.
We smug fat cats sit on the mat
As assets stripped reveal
We still retain our habitat.
It is our pain you feel.
Calloo calay we take our pay
And spend your money too.
They bail us out so we can say
We did it all for you.
[This message has been edited by Janet Kenny (edited November 23, 2008).]
|
Threaded Mode
