Cats chase birds. It's what cats do.
Guys want to get laid. It's what guys do.
Bakers sell pastries. It's what bakers do.
Banks loan money. It's what banks do.
Developers build housing. It's what developers do.
And cats will keep chasing birds,
guys will take all they can get,
bakers will sell all they can,
bankers will push as much money out the door as they can,
and developers will take all the money they can get and build all the housing they can.
In the old days, it was up to the birds,
the women and the banks to say no.
But women don't get diamonds and jewelry for saying no.
Banks don't make profits by hoarding excess cash.
One day, dawn breaks.
The girl gets pregnant,
the housing market gets overbuilt, and
banks get stuck with huge nonperforming loans.
The devil has taken tomorrow,
tomorrow has become today, and
now there's hell to pay.
So whom do you want to blame?
The cat?
Hormones?
Pastries?
Banks?
Developers?
No, bunkie.
We meet the enemy every day.
He's in our mirror, and the joy ride is over.
And so we cry out to the government to save us from ourselves.
Better we should apply to the devil.
The terms are better.
B-)
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