Dead Markets - 2011/08/31

Thralls abound under the spell
Who believe we are not in hell
All together yet very separate
Personal poverty is the threat
Welcome to a bankrupt ideology
Which goes beyond any theology
It insists on the purest faith
Ever draining them as a wraith

Look past that army of experts
Their track records tell tales
Of soothsayers who are blinded
To their clients that did fail
There may be no debtors prison
Though we have ghetto projects
Whose prisoners do remain high
Never considering what is next

They say we have no depression
We flatly claim they are wrong
Anybody with a grip on reality
Knows it cannot last very long
Well never mind my sordid tale
As gold tumbles from their sky
Remain cautious as you look up
Watch out for piss in your eye

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