Dowager Jones Poem by Stefan Splawinski

day of the treacle miner
when the final whistle blows
congress of the tangible
chimera of finance shows

lemmings towards the abyss
epoch of real values came
pork bellies coffee and gold
fastest international game

casino of shared endeavour
an illusion of great wealth
a law unto itself worldwide
currency ruled by stealth

those derivatives and forex
from a medium of exchange
just an electronic impulse
complete ruin within range

cities just based on trade
endemic insolvency at hand
who is lender of last resort
gilded castles in the sand