The economic meltdown really hurts some.
The Todesangst Banker from London,
Wailed, “If my life goes ahead, I can’t function!”
“Bogus stock’s all I’ve got,
And my savings – they’re shot!
And now I’m facing a mob with a truncheon!”
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