Signs Of The Times Poem by David Whalen

Signs of the times in the good ‘ol USA

G.E and G.M downgraded to letters of the alphabet
People living out of their Hummers
U.S. economy outpaced by Tibet
Bank officers indicted in growing numbers

Drive-by shootings reduced to dissing and shouting
Between glassless windows of derelict cars up on blocks
McDonald’s dollar menu becomes haute cuisine
Waste paper refers to your savings and stocks

Insufficient funds refers to your bank’s money
Treasury Dept. seized by Asian lenders for late debt payments
Swimming pools used to grow real tasty algae
Grandkids moving in with mom and dad, who’ve moved in with their own parents

Having a job and feeling guilty about it
Not having a job and feeling useless and disrespected
Applying for jobs and feeling hopeless throughout it
Collecting unemployment and feeling guilty to collect it

Madonna and Cher buy wrinkle cream in econo-size at Costco
Organized crime lays off most of police department
Illegal immigrants caught sneaking back into Mexico
I really must go now. I have a welfare appointment.

Yeah, people cry’in and moan’in
Think’in the countrys fallin apart
But things aren’t so bad, hell I’ve got me a job
Say’in “Good morning, how y’all do’in and welcome to Walmart.”