Lower interest rates are supposedly good for the economy. But whose economy? Surely not the economy of a huge number of Americans who depend on interest income to get by.
While contemplating this under-reported consequence of Fed policy, I happened to come across a tortured lament of Alfred Lord Tennyson—"Break, Break, Break." Tennyson was master of a 19th century poetic sentimentality so cloying it could suck the yoke out of an egg. My updated Wall Street version of his "Break..." poem which I title "Broke, Broke, Broke," substitutes whining for cloying.
Broke, Broke, Broke
Broke, broke, broke
‘Cause of shrunken rates, O dear!
I’m ticked off at a Fed Reserve
That others stand and cheer.
Rates are great for home buyers
Who get mortgages on the cheap;
Rates are great for credit card banks
That from bigger spreads bigger bucks reap.
But for folks who park their cash
In a money market haven,
Interest rates at these record lows
Mean a standard of living shaving.
Broke, broke, broke
I’m hanging by a thread, O me!
I depend on interest to supplement
My Social Security.
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