pomes of buddy don: My Job

My JobThey tried to explain the crisis to me,But I just could not understandHow margins and credit lines increasinglyAre no longer ours to command,How years of getting just what we wantedHave left us with nothing we wantExcept to know that we must act undaunted,Pretending to be nonchalant,How regulations that we put in placeTo ensure such things couldn’t happenWere simply ignored or even