Meanwhile, Mr. Market is telling us what he thinks about the Dream Team.
Anyone? Ideas? Hmmmmmm?
Certainly doesn't seem Mr Market likes the way things are going....the first little ditty below reminds me of the entire DC Adm right now...., Johnny Cash tells it like it is, and the last one seems pertinent as well....a prelude before Atlas Shrugged...
I'm forever blowing bubbles,
pretty bubbles in the air,
they fly so high, nearly reach the sky
then like my dreams they fade and die.
Fortunes always hiding,
I've looked everywhere,
I'm forever blowing bubbles,
pretty bubbles in the air!
Johnny Cash’s After Taxes…..
I feel so good come payday
I think of all the things I'm gonna buy when I pick up my pay
Don't you know but then they hand me that little brown envelope
I peep inside Lord I lose all hope
Cause from those total wages earned down to that net amount that's due
I feel the painful sense of loss between the two
There goes that bracelet for her arm there goes that new fence for my farm
There goes that brand new Pontiac there goes the shirt right off my back
You can dream about a honeymoon for two
You can dream but that's about all you can do
Cause by the time old Uncle Sam gets through with you
You can buy her a pair of hose a little powder for her nose
And take her down to Sloppy Joe's for beer and stew them are the facts after tax
You can dream about vacation in the sun
You can dream but you can't never have you one
Cause by the time your good old Uncle Sam gets done
You've got just enough for gas to see them city limits pass
And if you get back home fourth class I'd say you won
There goes that bracelet for her arm there goes that new fence for my farm
Send back that short wave radio cancel that trip to Mexico
Forget that brand new Pontiac there goes the shirt right off my back
Death and Taxes
alarm clock rings, i crawl out of bed. i'm not looking forward to what lies ahead. all day i'm like a zombie, the working dead. today's gonna be a boring day. i know it. i'm not interested in what i'm doing. i show it. i wish that i could walk away. you know? we're all the same. would happiness be worth the wait? would all the mondays be worth the pain? some say they'll see. i don't agree. nose to grindstone. everyday i walk to work and say, i wish that i could go somewhere where time's not despised, clocked in and put in line, but;that's the way it goes spending our years pinned as slaves.
tired and under-paid, while no one ever knows what life's about. work to survive until we're 65 and then it's time to die. nose to grindstone. everyday i walk to work and say, i wish that i could go working so hard just to survive, until we're 65 and then it's time to cry with the rest of them. die with the best of them. we lie to ourselves and think that life's exciting. we cry... we die. we lie... we die without ever knowing what we could have done with ourselves. |
