Financial Discourse

I understand this Without lenders there are no borrowers Without borrowers there are no gain Of debt multiplying And without debt No one can buy nor sell again. For everyone must want And makes things Accessible like products Spilling, and spilling Into the endless blackhole In chase of satisfaction. For much tax must I sell my vote Please cut my tax again I need it for collateral To edge my loan My spending keep increasing It is the drug of the market The drug of the market Sellers meeting buyers in my mind Please cut my tax And if get broke providing services And you still need me To surrender my individuality To this polity that is the state Sell some bonds, sell some bonds Then borrow too from tomorrow Oops that was slip of the pen I will not say that plain again Just print more with power I gave you But you will not give me back again Wait, did I do that What was I thinking in my madness That has no memory now? This bond between us is going to be broken You never cut the tax of the poor The rich don't hire here any more The banks are only collecting Nobody is lending It is sinister what I feel Can a man dream for real? Forecast upon forecast no profit see Who will tell our fortunes When crystal ball and goose is dead? Poor jack, poor jack His bean stalk etiolated against the sun Fried like an egg upon the fire.