Recession Confession #2 (Revised Dec. 1)
Dirk’s unemployed. Things he’d enjoyed are distant as the bees.
Yet he would say it doesn’t weigh on him. For groceries
He rides his bike now down the pike. He never drives a car,
And rarely goes to movies, shows, or to the sushi bar.
Yet life’s as fine as warm sunshine. He’s not the only soul
Who’s lost his job. Joe, Janet, Bob are also in a hole.
Last week the bank, like a mean prank, chose to foreclose his home.
Yet he had time to write a rhyme (a splendid little poem),
And mailed it to a contest, hit the jackpot, now he’s rich.
And in a word, the thing had stirred him toward his lifetime niche.
His friends are free to come and see the proverbs he has penned,
Like, “Steep declines can lead to lines that bring a dividend.”
Being out of work is fun for Dirk when art is all he’ll care for.
At dawn he writes, at dusk recites to anyone and, therefore,
It’s no surprise that, in his eyes, there is a hint of glee
When he sings how great is the current state of the economy.
-- Martin Elster
[This message has been edited by Martin Elster (edited December 01, 2008).]
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