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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=366017" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Toxic Assets</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I have to go to town, ' she said, <br>'We'll catch the early bus.'<br>She'd overdrawn her credit card, <br>I knew - she always does! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I groaned and then I moaned a bit, <br>I'm just a country clod, <br>'I hate the crowds in town, ' I said, <br>'I'll stay here, on my tod! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'You'll come with me, ' she said again<br>And used that piercing look, <br>The one that gets her everything<br>She wants, by hook or crook.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So there I was, adrift in town<br>While she went to the Bank, <br>To sort out her finances with<br>Some guy she knew as Frank.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I hung about outside, and watched<br>Her enter through the door, <br>Like some black hole in space, I thought, <br>And shuddered, like before.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I hated banks, and managers, <br>And credit cards and schemes, <br>They'd offered me a credit card<br>But I said - 'In your dreams! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wouldn't touch them with a pole, <br>I just believe in cash, <br>But wives are like some aliens<br>Straight from the planet, 'Splash! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They love to shop, and flash the card<br>And buy their nicky-nacks, <br>While we just moan and humour them<br>Then pay the money back.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so I stood and waited there, <br>My patience growing thin, <br>She seemed to take forever in<br>That bank, so dark within.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I always knew she'd be a while<br>She talks a lot, my wife, <br>She likes to tell the tellers all<br>The story of her life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I stood for twenty minutes there<br>Just hung outside the door, <br>I thought, I'll give her half an hour, <br>Then just a minute more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So that I did, and half an hour<br>Just wasn't quite enough, <br>I counted off a minute then<br>And thought, 'I'll call her bluff! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I charged head down on through the door<br>Just like a rampant bull, <br>Ready to jump and yell and curse, <br>I thought the bank was full.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when I raised my head to see<br>There was nobody there, <br>Just a row of grinning tellers: <br>'Can we help you, sir? '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Where's my wife? ' I yelled, irate, <br>There was no other door! <br>The tellers said in unison: <br>'Go see the manager! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I did, and he was sitting there<br>All plump behind his desk, <br>With dollar signs in both his eyes, <br>I nearly went beresk! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'So where's my wife, ' I yelled at him, <br>'She came to sort things out; '<br>But he just pointed to a chair: <br>'Sit down - no need to shout! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'We had to bundle her, ' he said, <br>With all the other debts, <br>'The time has come, ' he said, 'we have<br>To dump our toxic assets.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'She's just a liability, <br>Is always overdrawn, <br>She's bundled, will be auctioned off<br>To some poor sap, at dawn.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I staggered off in quite a daze, <br>Just what was I to do? <br>I'd have to cook the evening meal<br>But just for one, not two! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then the paper said next day<br>That Wall Street had collapsed, <br>The world economy was sick, <br>And gasping, had relapsed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And like a pack of dominoes<br>Each country bit the dirt, <br>They said that they'd lost billions<br>With debt, the world was girt.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then, it seemed, they traced it back<br>To some small Aussie town, <br>One woman, always overdrawn<br>Had brought it crashing down.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I found her planting veggies in<br>Some old guy's vegetation, <br>He'd said she had to make it up, <br>His superannuation.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She got the bill last week, and cried, <br>She said she'd pay it back, <br>Two thousand billion dollars she<br>Has hanging round her neck.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so I had to part with her<br>I know just who to thank, <br>I'll always see her entering<br>That black hole, called 'The Bank.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">29 March 2009.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lewis+Paget">David Lewis Paget</a><div class=q>
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'We'll catch the early bus.'
She'd overdrawn her credit card, 
I knew - she always does! 

I groaned and then I moaned a bit, 
I'm just a country clod, 
'I hate the crowds in town, ' I said, 
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