Working Without A Net.

The previous post got me thinking about the economic mess and what that's doing to people's lives. Nothing is a sure thing, and we're all liable to fall, and the people we trust with our money sometimes lose it for us, then ask us for more. 

Since I can't change anything about that, I wrote a poem instead:

Step right up,

It's the Greatest Show on Earth!

We've got jugglers, we've got clowns

We guarantee your money's worth.

From the cafés of Old Bohemia

To the pages of the Guinness record book

Born to the high-wire,

Step right up, take a look.

There's a man in a silk suit

Gambling with other people's money,

Thought he was on a hot streak

'Til the numbers turned funny.

Games of chance and the high-wire,

They'll both make ya sweat;

It's all or nothing

When you work without a net.

Life is being on the wire,

Everything else is just waiting;

Diamond rings and penthouse suites

Hide the thin ice on which you're skating.

Step right up, take a look,

How they do it, I don't know how;

But we're all on the high-wire now...

We're all on the high-wire now,

We're all on the high-wire now;

Mr. Jones, please tell Mr. Dow

We're all on the high-wire now.