A Confederacy of Dunces

I wonder what this world is coming to

When we have to overcomplicate everything

All I hear on the TV of late

Is ‘bare craic’ as my northern Irish friend would say –

“I can’t understand this credit crunch,” she said

Poignantly, (neither could I) “I think I’ll take

A dander down to the shops.” And so she did

We were out of milk

And living off salami

I picked up the paper

And I realise nothing is without a price

Or a fate

They are the two certainties

So is death

And the price is not so hard to see either.

The American bigwigs sit round a table

Complaining what is to be done about the financial crisis?

Each eating a $16 dollar muffin with their $8.48 coffee

Wondering where oh where can money be saved?

And they’ll get back in their private limos

Drive past their second addresses

Back down to Bel-air

Lock themselves in their villas

Count their bonuses

And sleep happy

After doing jack ****

While Greece is going down the crapper.

I can see the solution

Can you?

Or is it just me?

Or can you see it to?

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