No Bailout for the Middle Class

I’m the Middle Class.
My taxes support high-rise lifestyles in big grimy cities
and help out my less fortunate sisters and brothers.
But since the bubble and bust, I need to help myself.

My neighbors are gone although the graves of their foreclosed mortgages remain.
The banks don’t bother with the lawns.

Home prices
keep
falling
while bankers fret about bonuses.
But, I worry that there’s no college fund or IRA.

When times got tough the bankers asked for a handout.
Congress said okay – and even though the banks screwed up – I paid the price.
But the bankers wouldn’t help my neighbors out.
And now they won’t mow the lawns.

In an overgrown cemetery an empty tomb stands where a family once grew.
Specters haunt the murky kitchen and gloomy dining room.
Torn curtains collect dust; no need to dress the plywood covered windows.
Today I stand in an unemployment line while the bank forecloses.
And still they won’t mow the damn lawns.

I’m the Middle Class.
My taxes support high-rise lifestyles in big grimy cities
and help out my less fortunate sisters and brothers.

Tomorrow I’ll be gone.

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