Market Meltdown Blues

I posted this poem for the first time in September. And wish to heaven it wasn’t so prescient…

Market Meltdown Blues

The U.S. dollar is shrinking, like a summer ice cream scoop;
Congress is again overspending, awash in that old debt soup;
The struggling Dow and Nasdaq, can’t seem to find a floor;
And investor fears keep rising, rising, rising,
Investor fears keep rising,
Keep rising more and more.

The days are past when investors viewed all losers as fallen gems,
And rushed to their rescue with money, like nurturing mother hens;
Now good companies, too, go begging, and cut spending to the bone,
To avoid deeper fiscal trouble,
Escape a deflated bubble,
Flee from surrounding rubble,
And worst things still unknown.

Perhaps one darkened morning soon, to panicky echoes we’ll wake;
The equity holders will tremble, the bond investors quake;
And as global economies teeter, we’d best pray there appears,
A plausible confidence mender,
A deep pocket lender spender,
Who can calm all our white knuckle fears.

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