Best Economy Poems
Another One Shuts Down (Corona virus version)
Gates and boards and reels of wire
Garbage by the gates
Driveway overgrown with grass
The factory is a state
Security checks once an hour
To make sure all's still locked
Another business shut it's door
the economy was rocked
Another workplace bites the dust
Another one shuts down
To find the business district here
You've got to leave the town
They're closing up 'bout one a month
Jobs are leaving by the score
When you leave, turn out the lights
And please folks, lock the door
Work is leaving faster than
It has ever in the past
There's more folks on assistance
How long will this all last?
Fifty years a hundred ten
Factories closing shop
There's more buildings that are vacant
Our growth came to a stop
It doesn't matter where you go
It's that damn covid one nine
If you are not essential
Out goes the "CLOSING" sign
It all comes down to profit
You're a number not a name
It doesn't matter where you go
Plant closure is the game
Another workplace bites the dust
Another one shuts down
To find the business district here
You've got to leave the town
They're closing up 'bout one a month
Jobs are leaving by the score
When you leave, turn out the lights
And please folks, lock the door
We are the workers of this nation,
making less than it takes to survive.
We are the farmer in the cornfield,
the cowboy out on a cattle drive.
Factory drones at minimum wage,
the waitress that’s making even less.
We are all looking for that ladder,
to help us out of this stinking mess.
We are the colors of the spectrum,
We’re more than just white, black, red, or brown.
We are all that has been tossed aside,
and everyone that has been knocked down.
We’re the fooled, hoodwinked, and bamboozled,
We believe in the American way.
Westill think that we can get ahead,
as long as we work hard and we pray.
We’re one of millions yearning to breathe,
there’s no greater want to be desired.
There is no refuse more wretched than,
we, the poor, homeless, hungry, and tired.
I understand why you are angry,
because I am angry as hell too.
With the information they give me,
it’s hard to tell what’s lies or what’s true.
I look to politicians to help,
they ask me what I’m prepared to pay.
Sorry, but our hands are tied they cry,
at least until next election day.
We are the future of our nation,
that is trying hard to still believe.
If we will work hard and pay the price,
then America will still be free.
They travel
Distances
To work at the new factory
At the mall
To sell
To persuade
To show
To ring up sales
To stock shelves
And keep merchandise neat and attractive.
Customers
Look
Touch
Examine
Feel and perhaps
Buy.
Standing on their feet
Workers wonder
How does an
An $8.00 an hour job
Minus benefits
Zero coverage
Negative career
Compute
In their lives?
Their parents had jobs
Some for thirty years
In a real workplace
Free from outsourcing
Goods made in China
High unemployment
And foreclosures.
The store mannequin tells workers to break it up
Back to their counters
To do what they’re being paid for
But there is much more beneath the surface of his words
A threat
Real or imagined
The workers listen
Because there is nowhere to go
Nothing else to do.
In the new economy.
The young have energy
To organize
To demonstrate
To petition
For real change
Time is on their side
For a better tomorrow.
What a good poem is
found in a mocking bird's burst,
cutting to the truth.
The american economy is on life support has been for years. Sad it makes my heart fill with tears. The land we live the land we love. America is in trouble no doubt but i don't worry about it i let GOD take care of it that way i don't got to figure it out. I want to see my future but not as a blur.
Why do bubbles pop
As raindrops fall on my head?
An econo-mist
There once was an economist who claimed
Deregulation wasn’t to blame
For the failure of banks
Loss of middle class ranks
‘Til unemployment had to pay him in francs
Seeking makes absent...
Observe inner desire...
Allow them arrival...
The economy that exists today,
invites the Grim Reaper to have its way
with our minds and emotions,
even through our tenacity and devotions,
the doldrums set in, encouraging,
negative patterns of melancholia, sickness
and sin........
An economy that has forced its residents
to unleash wrath upon themselves, through
warped psyches and ill health,
People are dropping like flies and no one seems
to hear their cries,
Life continues to move at warped speeds, while
people become casualties of a tragic economy.
How bad can it be?
The earth is dying.
Animals are crying.
Their homes being taken from them.
But how bad can it be?
Can’t go outside because it’s to smoky but
How bad can it be?
Wondering what’s going to kill us first,
War or what we have done to our planet.
Some people really don’t see,
That there is no planet b.
But how bad can it be?
You think the economy is more important than the ecosystem?
Try counting money while holding your breath.
if we kill the natural system of air, water, and soil that keeps us alive and well, no amount of money will take us out of this hell.
I don’t think you understand how bad it could be.
No one will know if I litter once. Right?
The tables turn when 8 billion people say that.
Global seas are rising, the earth is frying but at least your saving money.
Our earth is dissolving but your world is still revolving around you.
Our earth is warming we are informing when are you going to see that this isnt just a warning.
Millions of people are dying everyday but our still trying to say that you picked up a piece of plastic the other day.
How bad can it be???
When are you going to see the earth isnt guaranteed
Over 400 fires were not just liars this is how its gonna be
You say it cant be until it affects you and your family.
Are you stuck it in a dream or are you just not noticing a theme.
Confidence it seems has gone astray
Economics?
Ah what a waste they now say
It seems all those case studies
Must be thrown out the window
Now that confidence has flown far away
Should I just call up mystic Meg or pray?
Built up on false accounting by snake oil bankers
The world economy crumbled
With the first adverse wind
Revealing the nothing knowing man
Trembling within
To call it a recession and not a depression
Is mere plaster work
After the wall has fallen down
On us seemingly blameless ordinary folk
What if my spending plans
Contributed to the country defaulting
And going broke?
Am I to beat myself up for spending
As if tomorrow was some
Silly inconsequential joke?
We did put all our hopes in
The banking sector
Purely due to the fickleness of glamour
Now we are left to stew and simmer
A disaster a day keeps hope at bay
The pages we peruse for some good news
Pander to our capacity to blame others and
To never learn from even our immediate past
The power of lines not carefully strung
By pundits that sell glamorous misery
Is a possible impediment to growth
And economic recovery
These are the holy attributes
That our paper world stands on
Times are hard we are often reminded
By those who have and take too much
To expect no austerity
When the cupboard is bare
Is to act selfishly they also claim
Despite them shouldering no blame
For the dismal state we are now in
Turmoil is endemic
Contagious fear quickly spreads
No border is rigid enough to safeguard any nation
Or business plan bullet proof
We just have to mend and make do
With ineffective sticking plaster
That is quantitative easing
I think I may need to read a horoscope or two
Fingers crossed they will guide me safely through
This disaster I believe I contributed nothing to
This is a perfect example of how bad our economy is.
My local strip club has dancers who are stripping,
so they can help put their grandkids through college.
“The Economy of Love”
Incorporeal
susurration
the fleet of mind
gather in the hive
they waltz
their words
across a page
slicing through
the dark of
want and love
holding tight
the hands that write
feverish devotion
drowning in
collaboration’s
enchanted
beguiling
false
romance
Ah where is love?
real love?
wanton love?
like some
white sugary
powder inhaled
sweet intoxicating drug
lips juicy ripe and read
to put all those
written dreams
to bed sonorous, then,
somnolent such is lust,
where minds are spent
and hearts buried
deep from reality,
in dreams are bent
to blend as one
Titania’s eyelids
Nectar whet
juice of Oberon’s
magic flower
Lust is wet
Love is spent
Dark your mind
Eyes that open
What is not your want
The Light has lit
The Economy of Love
Where poets in gilded cages are kept
Suspended and perplexed
Puck’s mistake
Is too perfect
(LadyLabyrinth/2018)
“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.”
William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZgmRG2Zh3D4
All the windows are boarded
the room is big and loud and bright
I never hear doors opening and closing
I no longer hear silence
I can no longer feel silence
the ringing in my ears never stops
I place the platinum chip in the cell receiver
there is no time to make sure it is in good
before I blink the next one is in front of me
thousands of times each day the same motion
so many motions but time seems to be still
only the hot breath of the floor boss moves
My father and my mother work here too
but I am not able to see or talk with them
someday I will go to school and learn to read
nineteen girls sleep in the same small room
we have little rest and only one meal a day
I am 12 years old and dream of many things
I have never had a pretty new dress
I have pain in my hands that won’t go away
I want to cry but I am not allowed to do so
sometimes I find it hard to breathe right
sometimes it feels like I am burning up
sometimes I hear myself screaming inside
You must understand I am not complaining
I am grateful for this wonderful opportunity
you must realize how much you mean to me
Dollar bills flying out of the air
Trillions for all of us to share
Best send some more
The fast food store
Took a million for my dinner there