An Ode to EBITDA

EBITDA, EBITDA where have you gone?
Your absence doth tell us that something went wrong

The trumpeted profits for which we now long
Have become just a memory, sing we now a sad song

in good times you showed up all decked out in black,
But now times are tough and all manners you lack;

For try as we might to get back ahead
You mock us by dressing your comeback in red;

Oh where is your shoulder on which we can cry,
Instead like a jilting lover you fly;

EBITDA, EBITDA when will you return?
We already know, not until we do earn.