Now that our little macroeconomic bobble is like, so totally “over”, I’d like to memorialize it with a grid of nine haiku (in non-rhyming 5-7-5 format):
| Obama eases fat cash for lemon Chrysler Hyundai here I come |
Goldman Sachs trader once mastered the universe hung by toenails soon |
eviction notice to refrigerator box or parents’ basement? |
| systemic failure food cigarettes guns ammo not a wingnut see? |
traffic seems lighter underemployed “consultants” booze and Judge Judy |
dental agony! root canal for “favors,” please!? do it like that unghh |
| goddamned repo man fed dog and took my plasma smarter than I thought |
line worker sobbing fine Bangladeshi craftsmen sewed hems of his pants |
last storefront emptied past midnight sneaking landlord gas can in his hands |
Print these out, store them somewhere safe, and show them to your grandchildren, as evidence of the trevails that you endured back in ‘09!
