the rigged economy waltz

asset / liability
crisis / opportunity
that’s the way the money goes
the natural order I propose
cycling up, cycling down
take your horse
on the merry-go-round
cry of course
when the ride defaults
in the rigged economy waltz

who knows what they’re really worth
productivity and growth
we need more prosperity
you need more austerity
we’re born to ride, you’re born to crank
the machinery
of our corporate banks
all nice n’clean
for the family vaults
the rigged economy waltz

the more you got the less you sweat
credit easier to get
principal plus interest
nice collateral, we’re impressed
deleveraging, c’est la vie
workers dumped
what’s that to me
it’s growth and slumps
read the reports
in the rigged economy waltz

status update XXIX

ding dong bell / truss is in the well / who put her in / where do I begin? / some southern white voters / hedgefund bloaters / who assemble in Henley in blazers and boaters / and who pulled her out? / someone who needs paying a considerable amount

then Lear staggers in saying howl howl howl / how’ll I pay these utility bills? / cordelia? regan? goneril? / trust me he’s lost it / he had a working kingdom but he tossed it / drew a red line and crossed it / and now all he’s got is a freezing heath / some Primark sacking with nothing underneath / a stack of debt and rack of bad teeth / if he rages on much longer we’ll call the police

even though it’s such a hassle / we organise to storm the castle / so we hire a knight / who seems alright / his lance is chancey but his steed’s got fight / and he snaps down his visor and salutes the crowd / then clanks through the arch to do us all proud / and finds the dragon / out in the garden / guarding its hoard / with a sulphurous grin and a bunch o’claws / and the knight says right! and straightaway charges / and the dragon amply demonstrates what large is / and it’s over before it began / the knight stamped flat as a baked bean can / he had no chance / as the dragon burps and picks its teeth with his lance / and pretty soon the whole sky is filled with wings / all manner of dreadful, predatory things / but that’s what you get when you vote for brexit / now form a queue and head for the exit

if anyone knows of any lawful impediment / why we shouldn’t dump the poor in some offshore sediment / let them speak now or forever hold their peace / and make a donation of a million at least