Poem about the state of the America. (Marketplace Minute for 7/2 (via))
We were gonna pay for financial reform The recovery is tiring. Let’s see … Oh, the oil spill’s fixed! … Nah, I’m just teasin’ — Uh, Supreme Court squashes the handgun ban? You know what, these headlines are leaving me flat Have fun with your sparklers and Francis Scott Key,TEXT OF POEM
with a tax on the banks, who created the storm.
Instead, the money will come from — I swear —
the bailout fund. ‘Cause that seems fair.
Nobody’s hiring.
Something wrong with Toyota’s wiring.
World Cup … the Americans lose.
I’m trying to find some positive news.
It’s spewing like hell and it’s hurricane season.
I guess that’s good, for a firearm fan.
It’s a three-day weekend, let’s focus on that.
and I’ll see you at marketplace.org.
