Austerity is a pain,
with you drawing the wain,
but that’s the only way,
after your jolly days.
Category: Poetry
High-income economy,
sans the illusion of money,
some for you and me,
some more for the party’s crony.
Man,
come with us please!
To the land of Jayavarman,
with all the temples to lease!
Dear Securities Commission,
your study guide sucks,
full of typos and omissions,
it’s worth only some muck.
Pray for a cup of coffee,
Maybe for whatever fee,
Pray a peek at your face,
Maybe for a heart’s pace.