Wednesday, December 23, 2009

a poem to mull over for a while...O_o

December 21, 2009
"Stimulus Nick"

'Twas the week before Christmas
and no one was hiring.
In fact a few Grinches
continued their firing.

Folks were lined up
at the Employment Commission
hoping their checks
didn't have an omission.

When out in the hall there arose such a clatter
We sprang from our cubicles to see what was the matter!
It was Stimulus Nick,
He had a list in his hand.
Checking to see if supply was meeting demand.

He shook his head.
and with a face filled with woe
He cried, "Where did all the Stimulus packages go?"
He looked all around
under each desk and cubby,
searching for any small signs of recovery.

Then laying a hand on his furrowed brow,
He wondered aloud, "What will the economy do now?"

He gave away everything he had in his bag.
Then headed out the door with shoulders that sagged.

On the threshold he spun and called them by name:
On Food Stamps; On Last Legs, On Repossessed and Mollified!
On Laid-off and Bankrupt; Unemployed and Overqualified!

But nobody budged.
Not one soul was listening.
Just stood there eyes wet and glistening.
"We'll stay by the phone Sir," they said to Old Nick.
"Hate to miss a chance at a job. They go by so quick."

Stimulus Nick shook his fist at the air.
"I'll fill all your orders! I really do care!"
But folks couldn't hear him.
They went back to applying.
Just one more try
to keep spirits flying.