Bank Robbers

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

   Beyond treatment.

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.

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