Thanks, Mr IMF

For all the grants and loans

To save our cornerstones;

Without your call perhaps

we’d all

Be sitting on the bones…

We thank you so much.

Thanks, Mr IMF…

The government must live

On the money that we give

Not be a dunce and pour the funds

Like water through a sieve…

We thank you so much.

Thanks, Mr IMF…

A minister could sit,

And never care a bit;

Collect the swag and fill a bag

And then they’d run with it

How easy it was!

Thanks, Mr IMF…

They used to use their wits

To share scarce benefits

With family, fraternity,

But not their opposites

How awful it was!

Thanks, Mr IMF

The very first assault

Was tagged: It’s Michael’s Fault

Then OD came and played his game,

That’s why we’re sucking salt

How O Dious it was.

Chorus:

Some may say the playing field’s not

level

You hold the handle while we hold

the blade

But if we give what’s due unto the

devil

Without your aid , we’ll have debts

unpaid

So…

Thanks, Mr IMF…

We’ll have to face the facts

And bear a lot more tax

We’ll have to pay for yesterday

Before we can relax….

But thank you so much!

Thanks, Mr IMF…

Our leaders must ensure

Fair deals for rich and poor

Or we’ll not wait nor hesitate

To put them out the door…

And thank you so much!

(To the tune of: Thanks for the

Memory)

Ken Jones

kensjones2002@yahoo.com