. . .

American Jimbo

I'm carrying on with Jimbo

Who lost his job at the firm

When the dollar went south

And crashed on a berm

Constructed by Bankers

For a lesson hard as nails

A wall when you finally see

It smack dead in the way

Jimbo's dad was an expert

At being poor like his own

Dad and all the others in line

Back to the old home

Country wherever that

Was, an epochal reach

And a tongue as old

As the branching of man:

So he's got it in him,

He says, to survive on

Nothing, if that's what

It takes from now on.

But I feel bad for them,

The ones who have a lot

And will crumble when

Our dread hits the spot.