Treasure Island

Raj Arumugam


song of the wretched but brave


hang on tight, baby -
keep your senses wide
for we’re going on a roller-coaster ride;
scream as much
but just hang on tight, baby -
hang on for dear life


times are tough
more than ever;
bills come at the speed of bullets
taxes gather like summer flies
and debts ricochet against our walls;
the banks want more and more
but there’s just air in our pockets


hang on tight, baby -
keep your senses wide
for we’re going on a roller-coaster ride;
scream as much
but just hang on tight, baby -
hang on for dear life


the jobs dry up and
the dollars dwindle into cents;
permanent becomes temp
and temp becomes non-existent;
full-time goes into part-time
and part-time into casual
and casual into zilch


hang on tight, baby -
keep your senses wide
for we’re going on a roller-coaster ride;
scream as much
but just hang on tight, baby -
hang on for dear life
nature conspires with the economy,
sweetheart:
she sends rains and fire and landslides;
she claws sands off the beaches and
all we have left are
government bastards and bitches
who care a hoot about our fish and chips


hang on tight, baby -
keep your senses wide
for we’re going on a roller-coaster ride;
scream as much
but just hang on tight, baby -
hang on for dear life


time’s not on our side either, sweetheart;
mind you, with mighty puffed cheeks
he blows H1N1 flu round the globe
and so sends people and customers away
and those who remain turn cheap and nasty
and all these pigs want are discounts and freebies


hang on tight, baby -
keep your senses wide
for we’re going on a roller-coaster ride;
scream as much
but just hang on tight, baby -
hang on for dear life


the collection agencies are knocking, dear -
it sounds much like the knock of death
in Beethoven’s ninth;
the mortgage barbarians are on their horses
and they send writs and auction threats
and re-possessions


hang on tight, baby -
keep your senses wide
for we’re going on a roller-coaster ride;
scream as much
but just hang on tight, baby -
hang on for dear life


O hang on, sweetheart,
hang on tight:
many will fall, many will bleed
but those who hang on tight
and those who can love
those who can dream together
they will ride the nights out into clear day


hang on tight, baby -
keep your senses wide
for we’re going on a roller-coaster ride;
scream as much
but just hang on tight, baby -
hang on for dear life

Submitted: Saturday, May 30, 2009
Edited: Saturday, May 30, 2009

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  • Milica Franchi De Luri (5/30/2009 11:56:00 PM)

    it must be the economic crisis that inspire you to write this brilliant poem.....
    it is not that bad though. Kevin's Rudd stimulus package must make a difference? ? ? (ha, ha) (Report) Reply

  • Samanyan Lakshminarayanan (5/30/2009 11:28:00 PM)

    a real roller coaster ride that was and said it all...a subject on recession and current trends brought out poetically...with optimism too...i wrote one 'is it a recession'..not as poetic as yours...try it (Report) Reply

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