A poem about bailouts.
Money, money, money. That’s what everyone wants,
from the insurance companies to the car manufacturers,
a big bail out is all it will take, Only 6 Billion dollars will do,
They have places to see and things to do!
The CEO’s will suffer if they can’t fly to Paris,
and their poor wives will cry if they can’t have that million dollar necklace!
What about me? I work hard too! I’m not a CEO or a Bank President,
Where’s my bailout, I think I’m due.
My mortgage company will call if my $400.00 isn’t paid
and my kids will get sick if they can’t get their meds.
But wait, I’m just the average tax payer. What was I thinking?
I was thinking that if it weren’t for people like me,
rich CEO’s and bank presidents would not be banking!
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