More often than often big CEO's of companies and investment firms on Walstreet have over inflated egos with saleries and pensions to match...
We the people are jobless and have to pay for it to eventually play up and pay up and catch.
The housing markets are on the skids...
The buyers always did under bid.
Car makers are whinning about financial woes...
Yet they cannot fly commercially because they are in over spending like throes.
Why can't the three major auto makers get rid of their fancy corporate jets? ...
Because they are their own toys, their mechanized pets.
Let us go after Iraq for all the money we've spent on rebuilding their
country of war's own spoil...
Iraq can repay us with the high profits they've made from their oil.
Freedom has it's ultimate price...
But why oh why do we have to be so ignorantly easy and nice?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem