Banks imploding
turmoil on The Wall
Markets going manic
interest takes a fall

No loans for homes

No special deals
The honeymoon
has ended badly

Still

We should worry
whilst they bury
innocents everyday

Derailed?

You’ve got it nailed
I heard Bush has a syndrome
Shall we call it ‘Blame’?
There’s no shaming
him though
His smirk
so unnerving
No swerving
as he sings a song
of duty
and just look
at the beauties
lined up
to succeed
See them feed
their egos too
You bet they do
Same old drill

Their thrill