Owed What The Greeks Can Earn
(recently discovered in the papers of John Maynard Keats)
What still unravish’d source of high finance
What orphan born of riots and bank runs
Breathless correspondent reports thus perchance
De-leveraging and haircuts have begun;
What green-backed zephyrs haunt about thy shape
A lira, drachma or sterling
In Brussels or the Berlin borough
What specie does back these? Dreams unfurling
As ledgers slip, the struggle to escape
The iron grip of Arcadian Euro
Earned benefits are sweet,but those unearned
Kick sweet ass; therefore, ye soft heads, pay on!
Not out of prudence, such lessons not learned
Exchequers getting stiffed on ev’ry loan.
Fair youth, beneath the tree, thou canst not leave
Thy rest, nor ever can those hands labor
Bold Student, never never shouldst thou lift
Thy finger; work is beneath Thee. Credit receive
For life experience; our heroes bereft
Of earthly treasure but not its vapor
No bunga-bunga romps, no clothes were shed
but still we bid our Golden Fall adieu!
And Drumming Occupy-er, still well-fed
Evicted (twinkles!) under curfew;
More stimulus, more happy happy rules
“Recovery Summer” a Med cruise
Part Odysseus and part Love Boat
A vapid vessel; vassals played for fools;
Street scenes acted out on the ev’ning news
Whilst mid-40s retirees seek a scapegoat
Who are these kneeling to be sacrificed?
On what Green altar, O mysterious priest,
Pour’st Thou libations of public debt, priced
For losses (while donors’ ledgers e’er increased);
Each little town, be they sleepy or wake
All poorly-built atop tomorrow’s debt
Emptied dreams can’t be filled with monies loaned
Such little towns with pensions at stake
Will defaulted be; not a dime collect
And close ranks with the Legion of the Boned.
Fun, Politics | Mr. Bingley | 
November 15, 2011 1:44 pm
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My high school English teacher was obviously waiting the entire year to tell the only joke he knew when we studied “Ode on a Grecian Urn.” Someone finally asked, “What’s a Grecian Urn?”
The answer was “About $4.50 an hour.”
Buwaha! That’s a good one, Skyler!
Hank Williams Jr. should sing this.
Cleverest brother EH-VAH.
The Wall Street poet is reborn.