What would I do?

What would I do if the economy crashed even further and my bosses could no longer afford to pay my bills? What would I do if I bounced my next rent check and the grocery store trip I took last Friday was the last one I had money for? What if my friends could no longer afford their rent either? Would six of us have to live in my two-room studio, with no money to do laundry? Could we string laundry lines from our windows to our neighbors? Would the only growing business in a downward spiraling economy be the erupting laundry pin enterprises? What would I do if I no longer could afford toothpaste or soap or wax for my upper lip? What would I do if the government made me wear a newsboy hat and my fingernails had ink under them from trying to sell their propaganda for quarters on street corners? Would I learn to sing for change or tie tin cans to my shoes and do a little jig for a two-day-old loaf of bread? Would that jig eventually become so popular, bums and vagrants and gypsies would gather around fires in the moonlight and do the “two-day-old loaf of bread” jig? 100-years from now, would 8th graders recreate this dance for their American History class as reenactment projects? Would women get kicked out of the business world to make room for more men as they tried to “provide” for the women they have kept in small identical houses that have small identical children and bathe in small identical showers? Will MTV have to start playing music videos with no money for reality television show production? What will the consistency of our toilet paper begin to be? Will I have to give up my quilted, four-layer ass swabs for two-ply and a chapped caboose?

What will you do?