NIGHTMARE

I can't waken from this nightmare
where I'm old and fat with scarce white hair
and ambulate with painful stride
( at least I still have my child bride )

Even with the skills I know
work has become scarce and slow
knees hurt when I climb a ladder
and I now posses a tiny bladder

Banks are asking Me for money
'cause they are broke, now ain't that funny
to get to space we'll soon need hitch
tell me now ain't that a bitch!

While on Wall street bonuses paid
while the bill on us is laid
Congress gets their unearned raise
as old folks hunger, oft for days

The houses we've paid on for years
if sold would leave us in arrears
we send illegals free to school
our courts must be lead by a fool

God, I hope to soon awaken
before my very dreams are taken
leaving me with nothing left
and of all my hope bereft