Wimpy, Popeye’s sometime pal,
is the icon of our age.
No, he isn’t handsome
nor especially that brave.
He set the pattern for our lives
as we grew old and gray.
We’ll gladly pay you Tuesday
for a hamburger today.
Our deficits grew larger
than they ever had before.
We lusted after gizmos
produced upon a foreign shore
And should they ever ask out loud
how we would ever pay-
We’d said we’ll pay you Tuesday
for this I Pad bought today.
Who knew, as jobs departed,
what the future held in store?
We borrowed our homes value,
then we borrowed yet some more.
Our homes were filled with gadgets
our phones had custom rings.
Then, when things got a little tight,
We sold our jewels and things.
Wimpy, we’ve a problem
we’ve run out of ways to pay.-
We’ve eaten all the burgers
and Tuesday is today
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