The nation’s recipe cooks best in subterranean oil
Terrorist traders (on and off-shore) provide the foil
While easy money sinks deeper into deep pockets
Hapless corporations careen out of their sockets
Beyond thickly-veiled scams, scandals brew
Lucky reputations soar, unlucky ones stew
Quick! Get the guards to beat around the bush
So craft and greed may slide underfoot
Now, you’d have thought you were real brainy
But, who’d you think will yank whose chainey?
Tell you won’t be any Tom, Dick, or Harry
Sure won’t be a name worth collin’ Mary
Your prescription for anxiety, President? you ask
Is Healthcare that needs healing up to the task?
When thousands have lost their honest wages
And pensioners weep over life’s last stages
Infinite justice takes on a partisan stance
While “honest brokers” dine and dance
On deficits, dogma, and bailout-dripping drool
Everybody ends up being somebody else’s fool
Confusion soaked in oil reigns with military might
The deprived are easy to beat, even easier to slight
Power corrupts through the barrel of a blazing gun
To some it’s living horror, to others voyeuristic fun
Extremists on the West bank prefer Uncle Ben’s
For, Pondalisa’s rice is like cock-pecked hen’s
Warlords are not world-deep, but world-wide too
Cooked in oil, take em in your stride, G’ bless you
When the country takes its toll of troubled workers
What’s left is shocking, with shakers and shirkers
Let’s bust rabid moles in their mountain holes instead
When terrorists reign, what sense is trivial bread?
Artful dodgers slither in and out, a dime a dozen
Capital gangs (of four or more) get yet more brazen
Between you and me, Jane, and six-pack Joe
Oh, for the sins of our fathers, there will be more
But, wait! Where have all the flowers gone?
Shipped to Timbuktu or transatlantic Bourne
Whats come of good old-fashioned chivalry, you say
When money always keeps getting in the way
Don’t cry over spilt milk, you sentimental slobs
The cream’s been skimmed, corn’s off the cobs
Now’s the time for good young men to join the parish
If for nothing else…but for the good of evil to flourish!
This poem came up for air from under my dusty archives, hibernating as it were for more than a decade. Sections of it might still have relevance today. All we see now is small change. Hope the big one is coming! You be the judge. Comment or critique, if you wish.
Other poems you might want to read on this site are Bravo, cruel sport!, Damsel in distress, Morning shows the day…, and Time rolls by.