Caviar for a Czar

I’ve never dined on caviar, The finest instead, a Mars bar. No palace key for this housing Czar Sip water alone, not at a gilded bar. The challenge must be taken on the chin And not merely with audacious spin A moratorium won’t fix the cause Of that usurious interest clause And gestures from the righteous To address this crisis Have long past worn thin Though life is well-equipped with knocks Nonetheless, the misery clocks And platitudes from a soapbox Won’t outfox a notice Sliding through the letterbox There’s no bright light from the corporate sphere, Shining down on hardship, here Though those with good jobs try to spread cheer Their lives are not as good as they appear With some sleeping in a car Obtaining meals from Spar, just near.