It’s not like it has to be
The sound of catastrophe
Maybe it was the Russian adrenalin
Maybe it was the fall of consumerism
Even the Berlin Wal-Mart feels the crisis
As Uncle Sam keeps on shouting
“Mr. Producer, cut down those prices!”
Maybe it was the American scheme
Maybe it was an anorexic dream
Shock and awful, bills come due
What’s a Wall Street Sweeper going to do?
It’s not like it has to be
But it sounds like catastrophe
Dead crap becomes fertilizer
The cracks open needed space
Maybe it has to be
So don’t waste the opportunity
Disguised as catastrophe
The sound of catastrophe
Maybe it was the Russian adrenalin
Maybe it was the fall of consumerism
Even the Berlin Wal-Mart feels the crisis
As Uncle Sam keeps on shouting
“Mr. Producer, cut down those prices!”
Maybe it was the American scheme
Maybe it was an anorexic dream
Shock and awful, bills come due
What’s a Wall Street Sweeper going to do?
It’s not like it has to be
But it sounds like catastrophe
Dead crap becomes fertilizer
The cracks open needed space
Maybe it has to be
So don’t waste the opportunity
Disguised as catastrophe
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Credits: poetry by Jay Larsen
Photo brazenly stolen from the internet without citation or even a thank you or a by your leave.
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