Fat Little Life

I got a fat little mortgage
And a fat little wife,
That I could just afford
For my fat little life.

Borrowed 200 grand

For a cute bungalow.
Now the bank ain’t my friend
Cause I ran out of dough.

I worked every day

Till my job got outsourced.
But I just couldn’t stay
The unemployed workforce.

New job’s at a shoe store

Twenty hours a week.
Now I’m the working poor
But folks have to eat.

So I work at Home Depot

On weekends at night.
But since my car was re-poed
I can only hitch hike.

Work 60 hours a week

In two dead end ditches.
Insurance is a dream
Except for full time sons-of-bitches.

Kid’s college fund’s been spent,

Covered what I didn’t earn.
My children didn’t consent,
To economic downturn.

My annual vacation

Comes complete without pay.
The answer’s de-regulation
Is what D.C. folks say.

We all sink or swim.

Depends on if we’re smart.
It’s not Wall Street’s whim
Or venture capital as art.

If what we pay for fuel

Is because of demand,
Why do speculators drool
For war in desert lands?

It’s the American way

Is what we’re all told.
To think another way
Makes the socialists bold.

We pull our own weight,

And leave churches to care
For the lives left to fate,
So we can sleep, call it fair.