The Future Of Social Security? Poem by John F. McCullagh

“The trust fund, Men, is nearly spent.
The well is running dry”
“What will we tell the peasants
who expect pie in the sky? ”


“We must find a hero
to restore tranquility-
“Someone who’s a flim flam man
to the nth degree.”

With Obama much too busy
to calm the masses now.
They bailed Bernie Madoff out
to milk the sacred cow.

The checks went out as usual
Folks took them to the bank.
By noon the checks began to bounce
which made the markets tank.

Riots and disturbances-
Grey Panthers roam the streets.
While somewhere Charlie Ponzi smiles
Secure in his conceit..