THE NIGHT BEFORE BAILOUT
by Gambler
‘Twas the night before Bailout, when all through the mill
the Auto making employees were all sitting still;
Mumbled prayers were the only sounds that were heard;
And hopes they discontinue the new Thunderbird;
Politicians who usually are closet sex pervs,
Want to replenish those flit cash reserves;
As the Dow Jones Industrials gap 10 more percent,
And millions of people who can’t pay their rent,
Foreclosures and bankruptcy is all the chatter,
While execs in G4’s blindly ask “what’s the matter?”
To evade an impending stock market crash,
Just go to the treasury and print up some cash.
The dollar was weaker than Britney’s new hits
And Obama sounds faker than both of her tits,
When, what to my horrified eyes should appear,
It’s Nancy Pelosi, my ducts start to tear
Like a cawing, conceited and quick,
Where’s the remote, I’m gonna get sick!
So stupid these people we elect what a shame,
I gasped with regret, and called them by name;
“There’s Obama, Clinton, Pelosi and Frank!”
No doubt they will run the U.S. in the tank!
