Archive
11/13/08 - (2)
Wasn't It?
America has borrowed beyond its means, Way past its stratospheric max. It's saved nothing, as if the future could be bought off.
Wasn't it giddy, dizzying, like a never-ending bender, Until we woke up, just months ago, To find ourselves in default, pink-slipped, out on the street,
Without a pot to piss in, the same pot, eighty years earlier, That Herbert Hoover promised to fill, with a chicken? Admit it, it was a rush, an absolute stoned gas, wasn't it?
But now, all of us have awakened to an excruciating hangover. The pain is blinding. Our nest eggs are bird droppings. Retirement hasn't just been put on hold; it's been retired,
And in its place is the future we couldn't bribe, after all: Bread lines, food pantries, soup kitchens — A taste of what it's like to be a "developing nation."
11/13/08 - (2)
|
|||
|
|||
