Sometimes we need to swallow,
Every ounce of pride we have left,
If normal income lies fallow,
Work at any job, don't be bereft.
[that might blind one to the advantages]
By Arley Steinhour 090812
In November we get a President,
Be he greenhorn or crippled duck,
On the budget he'd better make a dent,
Or American's might call him 'Schmuck.'
Credit-line, is fading,
Job market, hit the fan,
Corporations, aren't worth raiding,
Peoples trust, molding in a soup-can.
Millions, on the welfare dole,
Millions, without gainful work,
Mom and Pop shops, in sink-hole,
Welfare lines need far-more clerks.
Dear God, I think we're sinking,
Or, is the water rising up,
Our cadaver, not yet stinking,
There's just no bottom in our cup.
Once upon a time, ago,
Cup, couldn't hold it all,
The extra blessing did overflow,
But that was just before the fall.
Free soup-lines, now get longer,
Soup so thin, you need a straw,
Bridges better for living under,
Complaining, is now against the law.
There is an answer, written,
Many people know it's there,
Israeli, are called smitten,
But, 'Cash and Carry,' is the Fair.
Except, for great big purchase stings,
Purchase cash, or do not need,
Finance only 'must have' things,
Firstly, Tithe, and Savings, feed.
Spend the Sabbath, with our God,
Love your neighbor, as yourself,
Bless Jesus, for saving, from Iron Rod,
We'll recover, far more than Wealth.