Recession! Recession! On everyone’s lips,
The plotting and planning has failed;
Financial advisors all gone with their tips,
The engine of fortune derailed.
The Premier talks of skill in the workplace,
Never there himself in the past;
Manufacturers to put us back in the race,
Rising from where they were cast.
Grey suited figures call for rallying round,
Men who’ve never driven a screw;
Used to easier ways for the proverbial pound,
Than to sweat in the manual stew.
Analysts and Seers in markets of doom,
Look for causes and someone to blame;
They weave a verbal fabric on a mystical loom,
With the outlook remaining the same.
The salve is spread thick in rhetorical speak,
“Hold your nerve markets always recover”;
Past monetary schemes of deception do reek,
The punter to his cost will discover.
Collectors of tax, the rent and the rate,
From their purpose do not refrain;
Increasing all charges with no great debate,
For them still all grasp and gain.
The Wee Man reels in shock and despair,
Everything he was told he believed;
His money is gone with cunning and flair,
And they point to small print he received.
When seeking to see his Financial Guru,
Whether Banker, Agent of Broker;
Someone else will emerge to see him in lieu,
Having replaced the previous Joker.
Monty Alexander 7.2.10