John F. McCullagh
Q.E.Ii - Poem by John F. McCullagh
If at first we don’t succeed-
still more debt is what we need.
If foreign lands refuse to loan-
To hell with them, we’ll print our own
To posterity far down the line
We send the bill for our good time.
To big to fail? Not in the Black?
-Just lean on Bushie and Barrack.
When losses can be socialized
It helps to share the pain.
Banks never were this generous
When asked to share their gains.
Pay for this by printing that
Raise some taxes, pass the hat.
Each minute spend three million more.
Watch the cash fly out the door.
Wall street received their bonuses
The public got the shaft.
They seem contrite in public,
But, behind closed doors, they laugh.
The legal counterfeiter smiles
Hw knows just what to do-
He’ll stave off the deflation
by igniting Weimar II.
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