In a crash of symbols, recessions, jingles
With all the trappings of failure
In rally between nought and zero
As rates encourage more mania
Carried away to darker pools and caves
On the wheels of twelve casinos.
Now in a mass of bleeding liquidity,
A bladder with too much credit –
Circuits of pipes and plumbing
What lies there
A simple domino of taste.
A golden apple.
A matter not of net but gross.
More than life or death.
A lifetime spent to blind Greece.
To guarantee a fortune
Without any benefit.
Let our villas, though, be saved
To live the way we live.