Credit Crunching

A demographic donkey-punch, Has choked us all, the Credit Crunch. Percent reduced by 33, Of Style of life and Luxury. No more loans, no more lending, Forced to earn what we’re spending. Gripped by servile deprivation, Ripples of the World inflation. Decadence at its peak, Necessities once everywhere. Advent days appear so bleak, A smile a week will soon be rare. Destitution for the rich, Paupers in a flash. Many opt to eat their guns, Or instigate the slash. Some Produce, all consume, Slaves before we leave the womb. Walk the walk, tow the line, Influenza, bird or swine? Tyrants born from jackals torn, A nacient Reich shall have its dawn. Consummation of an era, Armageddon getting nearer.