Timothy Franz Geithner
I am a a mere moth in fear of the great monetary nightmare. I FRET IN GREAT GRIEF.
I am a not a man to regret … yet I regret that I got into the monetary fray.
I am not one to forget either - yet I forget that I HATE MATH!
I am that moth, the fire - hot.
I am in a frenzy! In fright! Let me try to get in gear!
I got my finger on it, I go forth - tho I hate the money matter.
I try to get the grim throng free of their home matter.
Home, home, home! Grant, rent a home to the throng!
The throng hate that men got them into the great money matter.
They fear that I might harm them more than the other men!
I fear that I might!
I am not ‘great’! I am a man! I I fear! I faint! I fart!
I am nothing!
I am not great at math, I forget many a thing!
From time to time I fear that I am not right for the ‘home’ or monetary matter.
From time to time I am frozen in fear! Money? ME? NO! NOT ME!
I hear their crying. I care — then, I get frozen in fear.
The maze I am in - Man!
I am not a man(a)ger!! I am a man!! Get it?! The matter — HOT!
I zero in on the throng — their home matter, hot! Real fear there!
I zero in on the grief of the throng.
I am in anger, rage.
I am in a maze that I fight to get free from.
Many are angry, in rage, that I am at the great height.
They fear that I am not right for the great fight!
I fear that they are RIGHT.
They hear that I am not great, they fear that I am not great.
I am not great. I am a man!
Then, there are many in faith that I might mitigate the grief and fear of the throng.
Many more are angry that I might get the matter more grim.
I fear that many are angry at me.
I get my heart into the matter.
I try to get the great monetary engine to go.
I might harm the great engine — ‘tho I, many got faith in me.
Hear me! I got to get men to agree!
The more I hear the crying, the giant ache, the more I try to get the great engine to go right.
If I try, I might get it right.
Many got to get faith in me that I get it right!
If I get the throng to hear, to care, agree, and try together, I might mitigate the grief.
I mean it! Get the faith in me to get it right, to get the great monetary engine to go!
Together, together, together I mitigate the home matter, mitigate the great grief of the throng.
Anyone got faith in me anymore?
No.
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