2They called it Black Tuesday.
October 29, 1929.
And I was so confused.
But they said it would be fine.
Yet we lost it all,
As you watched on.
I had only the clothes on my back,
And ate what food I could find.
I, a child, clutching her teddy,
Watching the misery of humankind.
As our greed shot us in the foot,
And stayed to watch us bleed.
Ten of loss, and time goes on.
Seventy years have come to pass.
We still have not learned.
Redundancy can be a pain in the ass,
When it's your finger in the flame;
Oh how it burns!
Technical recession; oh, pardon me.
Technical losses, and an absence of gain.
Open your eyes and salvage some pride.
Although, technically, you're to blame.
Your denial will be our turning point,
Down the economic drain.