And the hollow face That stared empty out of the box Would beg to say Pa will we eat today In that well known place Called Hooverville : And watery soup Was the order of the day If you was lucky To be inline they say The jazz had gone That flight of fancy The band could no longer play : And the gangsters groaned For their own self pity Box cars were full Of the wandering dead Going nowhere to work To the evicted homestead : Bakers forgot how to make bread And bankers leapt Where paper wealth Always seemed to tread And where was your pity For the wandering dead : And the towers of greed Built of paper Mache Would crumble and fall When foundations folded And left the hapless to bleed : But times were good Of that we knew As the suicides rose No more the wandering dead And the politicians preached Nothing bad with Hoover stew
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Posted: Sep 2010
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And a group of financial experts is called: A WUNCH OF BANKERS!!
PinkpoetressClarksburg, West Virginia USASep 23, 2010
Rob, Very nice write. I remember hearing about some of this. Thanks.
freeatlast64847Lanagan, Missouri USASep 23, 2010
Controlling a system by positive feedback will always result in out-of-control oscillation. That's what all attempts at economic stimulus amount to. Best to let the disease run its course... Well wrote right rob!
Hi, trurorob, When we build our faith upon paper gods, Bakers forget how to make bread. While some jumped, others climbed over their bodies to wealth. To err is human, to share, divine.
jazzy summed it up if you weren't born in those days and missed all the action the realisim in this write puts ya right back there i know it did me. kickit.
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Well yes they do say things go round in circles, they reached the (tish) now. Great write
Ever heard of the banker named Mr W. Anker!
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Very nice write. I remember hearing about some of this. Thanks.
then truth seeped out...
Bakers forgot how to make bread
And bankers leapt
It can be argued that a human is ultimately the sum of his experiences.
-Benjamin Sisko, Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, “Emissary”
You Summed it well my dear.
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When we build our faith upon paper gods, Bakers forget how to make bread. While some jumped, others climbed over their bodies to wealth. To err is human, to share, divine.
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PHIL BEESON.
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