Suits with fat fingers crush fat cigars with self congratulatory smiles as they spend more money then I'll ever see in my life, and I'm counting quarters to cop some mac and cheese to feed my beautiful brood for one more night. Sing to me beautiful cliches of bright tomorrows to drift to sleep on tonight, to find reason to wake another morning. I'm afraid I'm all out of hope. <<<<<<<CJ
And for this we should bail out banks! I have no say, but I say no thanks Let'm fall like a rotten tree Better for you, better for me In times like these we start to realize The banks have sharp teeth but have no eyes They can't see the suffering or have not a care Raking in the profits and leaving us bare Have you seen the tent cities around every town Homeless families living on the ground Once productive and able to survive Now owning nothing, just still alive No shower, no water or other facility Thank the capitalist fat cats that had no pity I find no reason or any excuse that People should be living in poverty's noose The land of plenty they've always said But now prosperity is all but dead They've taken the taxes, our money, our trust Now they don't know why it's all gone bust They are going to help those that put you on the street People like Bernie Maddoff, that horrible creep The CEO's and Execs will party round the clock While the rest of the country wallows in hock Sad sad sad Mad mad mad Drink drink drink Glad glad glad Good Luck everyone! Slip On Feb 25, 3:34 pm, Chris Jenkins <[email protected]> wrote: > It's happening, slowly but surely. I'm watching with creeping dread, > and wondering how we'll hold on. I remember reading about the Great > Depression, seeing the black and white photos, and pondering what > parents did. Now I know. I thought it was just me, and now as I share > my struggles with my friends, all of us appear to be in the same > place. Cars falling further behind on maintenance, bills creeping > further behind, and a haunting sense of desperation as personal crises > become more and more untenable. > > How then do we offer hope to our children, when the outstanding > balances are twice what the check is, when the water's been cut off > this week, and the power's close behind? I'm no creature of > extravagance, having adopted a frugal lifestyle two years ago as the > tide of the economy began to turn, attempting to stave off what was > coming. No car payment, no jaunts to the pub, no fancy electronic > toys, yet other bills rush to take their place. How then do I fight > the creeping horror that threatens to engulf my very concept of > tomorrow? > > Suits with fat fingers crush fat cigars with self congratulatory > smiles as they spend more money then I'll ever see in my life, and I'm > counting quarters to cop some mac and cheese to feed my beautiful > brood for one more night. Sing to me beautiful cliches of bright > tomorrows to drift to sleep on tonight, to find reason to wake another > morning. I'm afraid I'm all out of hope. --~--~---------~--~----~------------~-------~--~----~ You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups ""Minds Eye"" group. To post to this group, send email to [email protected] To unsubscribe from this group, send email to [email protected] For more options, visit this group at http://groups.google.com/group/Minds-Eye?hl=en -~----------~----~----~----~------~----~------~--~---
