GM

Like a Greeked-up tragedy

GM fell for all to see.

Mighty was its market share.

Muscle cars made people stare.

Factories throughout the land

Could not keep up with demand.

Lo, the well-trod buyer's track

To the land of Pontiac!

Working at a GM plant

Was a dream to make one pant;

Union benefits so large

They would not fit in a barge.

Proud and slothful they became;

Putting cars all on one frame.

'Til the wily Japanese

Cut them off below the knees.

And the pension plan became

Stacked up like casino game.

Wagoner, the CEO,

Couldn't see the rocks below;

Drove GM upon the shoals

Of his makeshift market goals.

Now he's gone, with all the rest –

Left are those who beat their breast

As the shrunken giant moans,

Weary in its joints and bones,

Crashing down in bitter shock

(glad I never bought their stock).

How it ends, the Greeks may know. 

Obama cries:  Look out below!

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