This story is purely fictional and the ideas contained are meant to be extreme and (hopefully) farfetched, this is my workings so the story is continuing to adapt and flow as I write, so the technique may be poor.

A poem.

It’s a SHORT story.

It’s a short story.

A short speech I wrote about the recession.

"Let not the fruits of action, be the motive of your actions; otherwise you might be disappointed and leave the path of right action" -Rig Veda.

This was actually written way before the recession took place. It is about using charm to get away with not living up to financial responsibilities. I am so glad others are now suffering that same fate. Not really.

This poem was written during a dark period in my life. It’s about having ever door of opportunity shut in your face. No one to turn to in your time of need, and people with no compassion to help. Basically feeling alone, lost, and depressed.

You can enjoy life on a budget if you create a recession group for fun, entertainment, support, friendship and laughs.

A poem on the pro’s and con’s of money.