Haiku For The Financial Meltdown
The Crash In 153 Syllables
by Stephen Von Worley on August 18, 2009
Now that our little macroeconomic bobble is like, so totally “over”, I’d like to memorialize it with a grid of nine haiku (in traditional 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 ungh |
goddamn repo man
fed dog and took my TV
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!