by Jon Wesick
Oh, the bank man draws zeroes
and gives us double-talk.
I’d ask him who’s responsible
but I know that he’d just balk.
Sarah Palin treats me angrily
and furnishes me with tea
served with heaping cups of hatred
and spoons of hypocrisy.
Obama, can this really be the end
to be stuck inside of Main Street
with the Wall Street blues again.
Well, Greenspan he’s in the alley
with his skinny tie and hard sell
speaking to some senators
who know the budget well.
And I would send a message
‘cause I’m feeling quite distraught
but the capital has been stolen
all our congressmen bought.
Obama, can this really be the end
to be stuck inside of Main Street
with the Wall Street blues again.
Ralph Nader tried to warn me
stay away from hedge funds.
He said all those con men
rob you and then just run.
And I said, “Oh, I’ve heard that
but then again there’s only one I know.
He evicted my checkbook
and drained my bungalow.”
Obama, can this really be the end
to be stuck inside of Main Street
with the Wall Street blues again.
Unions died last week.
Now they’re buried in the past.
Everyone still talks about
how those slackers couldn’t last.
But me, I regret it happened
‘cause when bosses misbehave,
with no one there to protect us
we might as well be slaves.
Obama, can this really be the end
to be stuck inside of Main Street
with the Wall Street blues again.
Now the senator came down here
and faced a psycho mob
angry about fair healthcare
and the prospect of their jobs.
And me and Billy got flustered
‘cause wouldn’t it really suck
if after two years free of the GOP
voters reelect those ducks?
Obama, can this really be the end
to be stuck inside of Main Street
with the Wall Street blues again.
Now the teen preacher looked so cocky
when he told us why he’s pissed
with twenty pounds of dogma
wrapped around his fist.
He cursed me when I questioned him
and called me an infidel.
“Anyone who backs the common man
is going straight to hell.”
Obama, can this really be the end
to be stuck inside of Main Street
with the Wall Street blues again.
Greenspan gave us two cures.
Then he said, “Jump right in.”
One was stimulus medicine;
the other fiscal discipline.
And like a fool Geithner mixed them
and hastened our decline.
Now Congress just gets uglier.
Their debates seem asinine.
Obama, can this really be the end
to be stuck inside of Main Street
with the Wall Street blues again.
Rush Limbaugh says come see him
in his backwoods studio
where he can gas on endlessly
on the AM radio.
And I say, “Aw come on now
you must know about my views.”
He says, “Your views don’t bother me
but the coup is overdue.”
Obama, can this really be the end
to be stuck inside of Main Street
with the Wall Street blues again.
Now the lights go out on Grand Street
while the fat cats’ profits climb.
With five months ‘til the election
it all seems so well timed.
And you who forget history
will have to pay the price.
Vote for another Bush clone
and live through this mess twice.
Obama, can this really be the end
to be stuck inside of Main Street
with the Wall Street blues again.
Jon Wesick has a Ph.D. in physics, has practiced Buddhism for over twenty years, and has published over a hundred poems in small press journals such as American Tanka, Anthology Magazine, The Blind Man’s Rainbow, Edgz, The Kaleidoscope Review, Limestone Circle, The Magee Park Anthology, The Publication, Pudding, Sacred Journey, San Diego Writer’s Monthly, Slipstream, Tidepools, Vortex of the Macabre, Zillah, and others. His chapbooks have won honorable mentions twice in the San Diego Book Awards.
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