The Fed restructures its paper pyramid;/ Capitalism, running naked, scrapes bottom;/ Real estate vacates without a counter-bid;/ Families stay homeless well into autumn.
The global downturn transfers Earth's axis;/ Finance consorts with psychopathic sorts;/ As bankers rig losses by misplacing faxes,/ Good times rot on the docks of idle ports.
Googling Earth, economists fixate/ On the leading coordinates of calamity./ Electronic funds in flight regurgitate/ Surcharges on the use of gravity.
The wily old Dow sells short its know-how,/ (With the Nasdaq also panicked in retreat),/ And glances a moment at the tenets of the Tao/ Before reaffirming the laws of self-defeat.
Our passivity, our nonbeing, remits the Street/ For rash risk and foreclosure's humiliations./ By night we bear the toxic sleet/ Of collateralized obligations.
In truth we see Masters of the Universe/ As galactic raiders who scavenge off it./ To be American is to protest and curse/ Oligarchy that wolfs down death for profit.
Debt-ridden, we can leap into inner space/ Where destiny's heroes are endowed./ Money can't buy perfection's time and place/ Where bust is the one word disavowed.
