Boom, Bust, Money Lust Poem by Colin Coplin

B-b-boom, bust, money lust, all that glitters fades, or rusts
Keeping the junkie hooked up, who can you trust
Tens of trillions, decades lost, workfolk told to carry the cost
Bankers preaching temperance, like drunks at Christmas lunch
History will look back in disgust, don't know whether to cry or laugh
What's all the fuss, counting the economic costs,
Simply kick the can a little further down the road, was all they showed

It's not clear, what to fear, the credit crunch, or the cure
There's no point in, understanding it?

Rain, wash over me,
Cleanse me from this insanity,
Set me free
Rain wash over me

G-g-greed is good, so we are told, as bad money drives out good, and all souls are sold
Helpless governments, leadership is flawed, globally it's a common mould
Populism is coming, for young and old,101 economics foretold
Chained to trouble, toxic debt, mounting problems, understanding flawed
Print money, a common cure, productivity is lost and so much more
Blame it on the working class, it worked before
Then have a pandemic, they'll soon ignore
What's all the fuss, counting the economic costs,
Simply kick the can a little further down the road, was all they showed

It's not clear, what to fear, the credit crunch, or the cure
There's no point in, understanding it?

Rain, wash over me,
Cleanse me from this insanity,
Set me free
Rain wash over me


Copyright Colin Coplin 2009 (updated 2023)

About the Global Financial Crisis