and as it grabs the world by the throat
those that suffer are not those –
who to success raised infinite champagne toasts
it’s the poor fucking galley slaves
who had to row their overfilled boat
now who can pity those estate agents
with their cheap suits and endless Mini cars
what about those greedy merchant bankers
drowning sorrows in city pubs, what a farce
what if they earned only the minimum wage
for that you are expected to wipe someone’s arse
recession is just greed’s hangover
and the banks say – we are not to blame
did they really spend all those profits –
on boozy lunches with caviar on toast
the poor fucking galley slaves know we are in shit
but we know this shit will never ever float
recession is just greed’s hangover
and greed has been a loyal mistress
it tied powerful men to a comfortable beds
it massaged their inadequate cocks
it whispered powerful sweet nothings into their ears
shame they never knew when to stop
James Garratt – July 2008
