Who’s Fault is it that the economy is the way it is today?
It’s Eddie Barzoon’s fault:
Eddie Barzoon, I nursed him through 2 divorces, a cocaine rehab, and a pregnant receptionist! God’s Creature right? God’s special creature? .. and I warned him , I warned him every step of the way. Watching him bounce around like a game, like a wind up toy, like 250 pounds of self serving GREED on wheels. The next 1000 years is right around the corner, and Eddie Barzoon, take a good look, because he’s the poster child for the next millennium.
You, sharpen the human appetite to where it can split atoms with its desire, you build egos the size of cathedrals, fiber optically connect the world to every eager impulse, grease even the dullest dreams, with these dollar green gold plated fantasy’s, until every human becomes an aspiring emperor, becomes his own God! Where do we go from there?
And as we are scrambling from one deal to the next, who’s got his eye on the planet? As the air thickens, the water sours, even the Bee’s honey takes on the metallic taste of radioactivity, and it just keeps coming, faster and faster, there is no chance to think, to prepare, its buy futures, sell futures, when there is no future!!!
We got a run away train boy, we got a billion Eddie Barzoons all jogging into the future, every one of them getting ready to rape Gods ex-planet, lick their fingers clean, as they reach out to their pristine cybernetic keyboards to total up their billable hours.
And then it hits home! You gotta pay your own way Eddie, it’s a little late in the game to buy out now! Your Bellys too full, your body is sore, your eyes are bloodshot, and you’re screaming for someone to help! But guess what? There’s no one there!
Your all alone Eddie, your Gods special little creature. Maybe its true, maybe God threw the dice once too often, maybe he let us all down.
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