We planted seeds of nothing
and nothing grew.
There was nothing in abundance
so, we took our due.
We took our pile of nothing
and lev'raged it so high -
we manufactured nothing
and they still believed our lie.
The blinded regulators
saw nothing, so they ruled:
'There's nothing to concern us'.
Another sucker fooled!
But one dark day a something
got mixed up with our scheme:
a real human being
with a shattered human dream.
A real house that nothing bought
got sucked into the works,
and there was nothing left to shield
the shysters and the jerks.
Wallowing in nothing
we whimpered - all bereft-
'We'll take the world down with us-
there's nothing left.'
So, they handed out their trillions
for us to hoard.
They offered us a lifeboat
and we climbed aboard.
But the little mugs we'd suckered
the ones who'd paid
hard earned something for our nothing
just looked on dismayed.
They had nothing to hold onto,
and none stood at their back
as we sailed off rejoicing -
for 'Bonuses Are Back! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem