Economics Poem My Great Depression Term Paper

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The people. The faces

At the doors. Then my own face at the door.

No work, man. The pavement beneath my feet.

I can feel the cardboard in my shoes and once Only the finest of leather would do. From living

It up putting on the Ritz in the Big Apple

To selling Apples and eating Ritz crumbled

In charity stews. FDR says

Big government will provide big jobs

And once again I will spend, and America

Will spend, and all will be well again.

But it's hard to believe,

What you read,

On paper, in the papers

After losing your money, your shirt, and everything

You are and own on paper -- paper lies, paper money

Paper words, are cruel.

So sir, that's how my Great Depression began.

That's why I learned not to spend. To save string.

To hoard, like a rat, what I earn, burning with anger at Hoover,

And full of fire at the misspent world of my own life, as if it could warm

My belly like wine or gruel.

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