The dogma of the High Street temple
echoes in the hallowed, hollow halls
of crowded malls:
consume, consume. Greed is good.
Its understood that debt enriches us
Sign away your home, take out a loan
and buy, buy, say bye - bye
to your security, it’s good
for the economy, promotes prosperity
even though your life is wasted, 
your hours and days are confiscated.
Each transaction compounds a pact;
sign away your power to act
independently. Who needs to be free
when you can belong to
consumer society.

The towers of the Holy City
shine white against a greenback sky,
we wonder why
we let the city conspire to constrain
our freedom and humanity.
Vanity aided the deception,
self - deceived we ignored the lies
let the control - freaks evade detection
and bind our eyes.

The demigods who populate,
the high rise halls, enclosed by walls
of secrecy play roulette,
high rollers gambling with fate,
raise the stakes, grant themselves rewards.
Salaries rip through the stratosphere,
leave orbit, head for distant galaxies,
in rarefied reality all is distorted,
contorted, aborted. Sense melts,
then comes the crash that follows any high.


Buy, buy, buy
trade is the hook and growth the goal,
don’t hedge your bets when you’re on a roll.
So long as the reckoning can be deferred
risk is transferred, consequence will
trickle down, away from the frauds,
hucksters and fakes
to those who pay for the mistakes;
the underclass, the biomass.
No voice is raised in their defence,
to fight their cause would make no sense,
dispense with social conscience
to each according to desire to succeed
from each according to their need.
Greed is the creed.

Show me the tax haven - satire from Boggart Blog
Economy Of The Living Dead