Obama Man Plan

Seven hundred billion, one hundred billion, a trillion, being a poor boy born to sharecroppers I have a hard time conceiving the difference. But if I bring it down to smaller numbers that fit on my figures I can do a bit better at the figuring. Just because we’s were poor folk don’t mean daddy raised no fool. I can tell if I already owe a dollar and then my John Deer tractor breaks so I have’ta borrow seven dollars to fix it I’ll be seven times more into debt. The problem is I couldn’t get the one dollar paid off and now I got eight owed. I figure I’m lucky to have some children almost growed up so they can help me with this money problem. Now I know they won’t be too happy with me, saddling them with my I.O.U.’s, but they are going to get a little bitty benefit out of the situation so I figure they should help out. Besides, a dollar today will only be worth a quarter in fifty years so they are actually getting a bargain, only having to pay back only twenty-five percent of my debt.