A Poem by Jim Walters




Pissing and moaning, sighing and groaning

We sit here and cry in our beer.

Why me? Ask we, to the man in the sky

And to all most willing to hear.


Our toys they are many, our food it is plenty

Yet we buckle in woeful depression.

As we think of lost gold and bonus untold

In this last goddamned recession!


But thanks be to our name we have lost not the game

As our House puppet friends will save us.

The presses will run as they steal from our son

But our fat asses will shine from the gift that they gave us.


next time we've learned to be careful

And not overboard our greed

We'll steal just the same (of course) but we must change our name

And adapt to the new 'social' breed


We'll start a foundation and give to the needy

We'll stop all the s**t that made us look greedy

A full 10% we will give to the poor, of that we can assure

The 90 that's left? Expenses not theft

and of course as an onus the large Christmas bonus.



© 2009 Jim Walters

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I like this. Flows well, nicely rhymed, and good topic.

Posted 13 Years Ago

You so well speak the truth in a fantastic poetic form. You certainly take no prisioners in your writing! Love it.

Posted 13 Years Ago

Seems to be the way of things doesn't it? Love your witty, in your face, no bullshit writes!!

Posted 13 Years Ago

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Added on October 17, 2009
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Jim Walters
Jim Walters


been an airborne soldier...been a hippie . . . been a religious nut . . . been an Alaskan fisherman and off season bush rat . . . been a carpenter/home builder. Am a husband . . . a painter . . . .. more..

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