Monday, February 7, 2011

. . .

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.

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