The Economy

The Economy Burning bed, the mattress, afire; under it I had two thousand Euro, as banks can go belly up any time bolt their doors and call the law to keep the screaming multitude at bay. Too late, my poor man´s saving burnt to ashes. I shall not cry, soon the euro will be quite valueless when 10.000 is worth ten pence, and for that I can´t even buy an ice-cream. I do regret I wasn´t a good consumer didn´t help the economy by not using credit cards to buy stuff I didn´t need, I have failed in my duty as citizen and now harvest devastation.