…he may turn out to be a relic from the past. – Richard Fernandez

A likely spot, the digger said
Some pottery, some tools
Museum stuff, now long time dead
New lessons from the fools
Who thought that it would never end
That good times rolled along
That they would have all they could spend
And never play the song
That ends with sorrow and with tears
And anger and no jobs
And life gets bitter with the years
Replacing Marx with Hobbes
These relics show how much they thought
Of those who paid the bills
They counted only votes they’ve bought
And now we have these hills
Of relics from the golden age
Mold filled and piled up high
Obama’s prints on every page
Passed always sine die
The diggers sweep away the dust
From bills no one could lift
And monuments turned red with rust
When end came it was swift