Bubbles
When I was young
had so much fun,
blowing bazooka gum
and soap bubbles,
was fascinated by
each bubbles shape
and watched how they floated,
now that I'm older hear a lot
about the economic bubble,
and how this bubble is
growing bigger each day
and how were in big trouble,
with America being in
trillions of dollars in debt
and most families living
paycheck to paycheck,
there is no reason or rhyme but
we certainly live in uncertain times,
makes you wonder when the bubble
will finally expand to the max
and the economy will run out of gas,
and when that happens watch
out for a major upheaval,
and hence you know that
old saying when they say
"pop goes the weasel!"
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