by John Schmidt

Created on: March 20, 2009

Bailed Out

Here I sit all alone and broke

Reading headlines which must be a joke

The finance company just took my truck

I guess you could say that I'm down on my luck

But I have a plan, way back in my mind

That I am working on, so I should be fine

I'll find me a great big company

And convince them that they really need me

I'll work really hard, the way that I should

And show that company that I'm doing good

I'll earn my pay, then ask for more

And be content, like never before

A modest bonus of two or three

Million dollars, sounds good to me

Life would then be easy for me

For all my friends, and family

Within these troubling economic times

While other Americans all pinch their dimes

I dreamed for a while, and it felt so good

On having it made, if I could

Then reaching up, I dabbed at my tears

As I realized my greatest fears

What if they asked me maybe to

Give back the money, what would I do?

I would like to hand it all back to them

But if I started that, there would be no end

Then my concerns all drifted away

As I envisioned a brighter day

Since the Democrats will bail me out

'Cause that's what change, is all about

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