Venezuela’s government has announced an overhaul of its foreign currency system that has been widely labeled a stealth devaluation.

(To tune of “Imagination,” by Jimmy Van Heusen & Johnny Burke (1940))

Devaluation’s not funny
It steals the value of money
Prices hop like a bunny
And no one is amused

Devaluation is phony
Just like that ole’ one-trick-pony
A government sells baloney
When populism’s abused

Oh I love to by a brand new car
The gasoline is cheap
But it takes a zillion bolivars so
My old car I keep

Devaluation is needed?
Cause stupid laws go unheeded?
They try to camouflage
The great leader’s a clown
And as Maduro’s ego deflates
A country leaves town

© 2014 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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Argentina is following close on the heels of Venezuela towards disaster.  But without the oil revenue, it may overtake its model.  Debt default and cash controls won’t pave a road towards economic growth.  What grows is inflation, yet,  President Kirchner persists.


(To tune of “Don’t Cry for me Argentina,” by Andrew Lloyd Webber and Tim Rice from London and Broadway show, “Evita”)

Who’ll cry for you Argentina?
You’re drowning like Venezuela
Those charming Kirchners
A total failure
Fed by delusions
Fashion regalia

Who are they kidding? Look where you are
Trying what didn’t work in the USSR
Pure Socialism
When seen through a prism, no light filters through
And life’s not better
In fact, life’s unbearable, what’s one to do?
Your leaders don’t answer
They haven’t a clue

Who’ll cry for you Argentina?
You’re sailing with Venezuela
On dream-filled oceans
A leaky wailer
The sea is angry
Poor drunken sailor

Don’t dance your tangos, don’t sing your songs
As long as this government reigns
A fiesta is wrong, music doesn’t belong here
Joy is too foolish
Only fools call a dance when the future is gone?
And what do they tell you?
Your president says “Tango-on.”

Who’ll cry for you Argentina?
You’re battered and broken-hearted
A proud beloved land
Those who’ve departed
Feel lost and cheated
These populistas,
Must be defeated

Lyric © 2013 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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Things are pretty bad in Venezuela these days.  The currency is in the tank and price controls make many necessities of life scarce.  But, the latest shortage threatens the social fabric of a civil society itself.

(To tune of “There’s a Small Hotel,” by Richard Rodgers and Lorenz Hart)

People stand in queue
For sheets, one or two
In a country short of toilet paper

You can’t find those rolls
Due to price controls
A silly socialistic caper

First they found no coffee
Then no butter, then no pure milk
As for el presidente,
He wipes, with silk

No one will shake your hand
When you leave the can
In a country short of toilet paper

Lyric © 2013 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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