Quantitative tightening almost here, Watch slump follow recession, end of year. Transitory value takes house prices down, Mortgage payers trapped in most every town, Goods and services priced beyond control, Businesses collapse, no money for dole. Once they grew rich, lived high upon the hog, Rampant inflation now, it’s dog eat dog. People spend savings in these rainy days, Bankers jump from windows damned with faint praise. What goes up must come down, we all knew that, Still we let greedy syphon off the fat. Ghosts of Jarrow march on our streets again, Belt tightening now totally insane.
It’s not as if nobody knew, Brokers vaunted their shorts with glee, They pimped profits stolen from you In newspapers, and on TV Decked in golden debauchery, Luxury yacht marinas locked, Gated to keep the people out, Economy clock still Tik Toks, As we have fun truth comes clearer, Deflation dies, inflation rise, Super crash moves ever nearer, Once digital traders fall down, The rich will all have fled your town, Only crypto currency left, Paper money gone up in smoke, Pandemics come, but when they go, That’s when start of darkness begins, We stay in doors, take eyes off ball, The biggest crooks have robbed us all, Chickens struggle home to their roost, There’s no economy to boost. Nobody remembers too much, About manufacture, and such. Education is frowned upon, Celebrities run marathons, This ain’t no time to run in parks, We won’t see much, when it’s too dark. Who knew? Deep down all of us did.
Harry Rogers, In the Red Bedroom, 10th February 2021