Quick Epitaph
QUICK EPITAPH
[Source: The Bank of England’s decision in July 2012 to print an extra £50B on top of the £325B which has already disappeared]
Throw more sticks on the fire.
Pile it up. Build it higher.
Watch as the flames consume all.
The first and the last. The present and the past.
All points inbetween. And thereafter.
It’s blazing light a beacon to illuminate the path. To guide our fall.
Then spent lies hunched. Scorched hands outstretched for more.
Soon to be a corpse. Stripped bare of reputation and integrity.
A memorial stone to their guile and skill.
Their project. Which failed.
For here in the smouldering ashes lie the great and the good
Who danced with fire. An example to us all
And the burning embers were their funeral pyre
The last reminder of their folly
Their incompetence. When all else failed.
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