20151120 (hard times)

I don’t at all like the news

Things are going so badly 

The gods must be angry 

Are you certain gods’ 

Anger’s the only explanation

Maybe in the scheme of things

It’s just a bad time to be out

And about what with all the 

Shootings reported each day

In the papers like weather the

Body count is just another

Index people need to know

So wear your bullet proof

Vest and your rubbers the

Stock market appears to be 

Doing ok it must be that 

The unemployed don’t like 

The jobs that are offered

There’s money all over the

Place somebody’s paying for

All those movies to bring in

That many millions each 

Weekend if you’re a bank

I’m told the rates are so low

It’s like the Fed is giving it

Away but since we’re not

Banks we can’t get it that

Cheap have I mentioned how

Scary it is to loan money

Some people have never 

Paid me back like a fool I

Once co-signed for a youngster

Well no sooner than that she

Was gone never returned

The furniture I lent her for 

Her apartment either she played

Me like a piano I won’t be 

Fooled again some people

Are evil those ones with the 

Guns and the hoodies at the 

Bank with a gun that’s the 

Only way to get money from 

A bank nowadays it’s really 

Quite hard you’ve got to have

A pretty good job and you

Can’t be owing money all 

Over here and there which is

Often why you need the loan

In the first place or to pay a

Hospital or a doctor that’s why 

Most of the bankruptcies happen

Don’t get sick they tell you 

Like you’ve got a choice when 

They find you unconscious in

The street from a hit and run

It takes you a month to come

Out of the coma what’s the

First thing they wave under 

Your nose but the bill could be

The gods are angry but what’s

There to sacrifice I haven’t a

Rolex to smash on an altar

Or a Mercedes to set aflame

In the square don’t even think

About sinking my boat when I’ve

Got only three payments left

c. J.S.Manista, 2015