Debt, once the toast of Broadway, has fallen on hard
times. It used to lead the high life. It was seen in the
company of glamorous people. It travelled the world
in securitized convoys. Now it’s toxic. It’s distressed.
It can’t find anyone to look after it and probably
spends the night huddled in doorways.
What a heartbreaker. Poor old debt. I’m almost
beginning to feel sorry for debt. Almost.