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Oh Happy Day

Oh Happy Day Financial crisis the Dj's sold out to the man oh happy day on the radio collective karma is the God they believe in while Mammon teaches his machines to use phones bill collectors and spam salesmen are calling voices without souls equity and the bank wants to foreclose billions of dollars for a bail out and where the hell did it go all of the really big spenders know I guess they needed some of our tax money to blow government programs, Ha! just try to get some help or some info and you'll find some scam artist ready to rip you off or some over priced attorney that just wants to take your money and laugh as he drives away to go play golf and your losing your home yeah, your losing your home and don't you want to put a bullet into somebody’s brain who are ya gonna blame two wrongs might not make it right but it'll make a pretty good flame try to make amends there's no one to talk to at the bank sorry, our mortgage department is in another state just call this number then press one for a circle jerk hot potato maze the machines are in charge these days and their's no mercy built in to their programs but some of them do have names I guess their programmers try to make them human ice cold humans ice cold humans they think you and your money are the same go on and take humanity out of the humans their icy cold hearts dwell in the dark anyway while the machines chew us up just like a hammer headed shark dive dive dive let's see how low we can go dive dive dive these days lawyers are thugs and nobody cares and everybody knows and we're the greatest nation oh play oh happy day for me just one more time there's no fear of God or compassion anymore and I am just a poet in the year 2009

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Date: 5/22/2009 2:41:00 PM
As Bill Clinton once said, "I feel your pain." You certainly scored a homer with this powerful poem, Mark! Love the "voices without souls" and the "ice cold humans." That's the way it seems as we sit by and watch families lose homes while corporate leaders take bonus money out of the bailout. Pretty pathetic situation all around. Excellent portrayal of the crisis in this poem, Mark! Love, Carolyn
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