Credit Crunching Poem by Max Gatrell

A demographic donkey-punch,
Has choked us all, the Credit Crunch.
Percent reduced by 33,
Of Style of life and luxury.
Pockets empty, belts are tight,
Bankers in a state of fright.
No more loans, no more lending,
Forced to earn what we're spending.
Gripped by servile deprivation,
Ripples of the World inflation.
Destitution for the rich,
Paupers in a flash.
Many opt to eat their guns,
Or instigate the slash.
Decadence at its peak,
Necessities once everywhere.
Advent days appear so bleak,
A smile a week will soon be rare.
Some Produce, all consume,
Slaves before we leave the womb.
Walk the walk, tow the line,
Influenza, bird or swine?
Consummation of an era,
Armageddon getting nearer.
Tyrants born from jackals torn,
A nascent Reich shall have its dawn.
Citizens of Babylon,
It’s time to be afraid.
Bear the mark upon your brow,
To barter, flog or trade.