When President Obama’s talking
About his giving banks relief-
And this is just a Christmas stocking-
I’m overwhelmed with disbelief.
When I have made an interest payment,
I can’t afford my children’s raiment-
So they’re in school in tattered clothes
And wearing shoes that show their toes.
And, too, my house could use new plumbing.
My job was transferred round the globe.
I’ve lost it all. But I'm not Job.
So, when you hear “fe fi fo fuming,”
You’ll know it’s me and millions more
Not Santa striking down their door.
Friday, June 5, 2009
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