Updating A Messy Poem For Messy Times

In January '09 I messed around with a poem thinking that the best way to deal with one's depression over the recession before it developed into agression was to relax and wax poetically about the economic mess. One mess deserves another.

Raised in the Great Depression
Retired before the crash of eighty seven
Lived to see the Great Recession
It is now two thousand eleven
 The economy an  abortion
 Hope there's not an Armageddon
 I'll settle for regression
Whoever said this would be heaven

Let's hope the economy turns around soon. I wouldn't want my poetry to get any messier. If it does, S&P will most certainly downgrade me. Next time I'll try Paxil.

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