Her property owning democracy
Collapses down onto rickety knees,
Interest rate rises cripple mortgagees,
Tories still smile as they speak Sunakese.

This summer is when inflation is due,
To fall through their floor, our skies will turn blue,
This is their mantra spewed to me and you,
Reality dawns, it’s not fucking true.

Rentiers and tenants stuck together,
Locked in death spiral through sunny weather,
Houses have become nests without feathers,
Modern cash cows can’t be milked forever.

Bank rates rise, recession peeps through curtain,
Nothing is safe, nor anything certain.

Harry Rogers in the Red Bedroom, 11th May 2023