Could be. Everyone takes their own risks. From friends in Thailand:
'Goodbye Finance One,
I wish I'd never known you at all.
You brought me to ruin,
And I've lost my Benz and all.
Maybe I was greedy,
But I thought I just couldn't lose,
And Pin was so convincing,
Though it clearly was a ruse.
And it seems to me I must live my life
Growing mangoes like before.
No more big expensive dinners,
Back to squatting on the floor.
And if only I'd got out and quit
While I was miles ahead,
I'd still be eating caviar
'stead of wishing I was dead.
I really loved my car,
My Mia Noi, big fat cigars,
The latest mobile phone,
Drinking wine beneath the stars.
But then it was all gone,
With no one there to lend me a hand,
And my wife has even left me,
Having first transferred the land.
And it seems to me I must live my life
Back in Nakhon-on-the-farm,
With those frumpy country bumpkins
and their dark-skinned toothy charm.
And if only I'd got out and quit
When I was miles ahead,
The banks would not be calling,
Telling me I'm in the red.
Goodbye Finance One,
Why have you given me such pain?
My Gucci shoes were never made
For chasing buses in the rain.
Goodbye Finance One,
I wish I'd never heard your name,
So I curse the wretched farang
'cause there's no one else to blame.
And it seems to me I must live my life
Eating noodles like before,
No more chauffeur-driven limo,
No more knocking off at four.
But if only I'd got out and quit
While I was miles ahead.
I still might have a candle
To light my way to bed.' |
