JON P FROM PARADISO POSTED ME AN ARTICLE OF A REVIEW ABOUT THIS BOOK THIS INSPIRED SCALPERS POEM TODAY
Years ago the crash was flash
Boys devouring time, clearing trillions on the slack.
Manic manias, on endemic second panic.
Badly timed enterprise prices, a crunch of crispy notes
The times not over; oh not to credit foresight
The lads are back
Chewing up quids in bites not Nandos
Rich boys take it up the river
With protected pay-rolled lawyers
back-room wizards, criminal liquidity.
A code of secrecy
Predatory anger rhythms clutched by boardroom junkies.
Bounced back analysis and ineptly collated data.
Max tax ejaculate
There will be blood
Letting and hotly contested
Felt in matter blessed.
Scrolled down to the breast plate
Busted belecose and disgusted.
Big boys don’t cry
Pockets are burgeoning with cynical criticism
When the chips are down or of the latest design
The colour purple is candles burning for victims
Fast car market percentage is grooming eastern children
And farming silicon trading that no one can see
Exploiting technological ability
Sucking the sap from all and sundry
Before the thought has time to manifest
Internet bullying money, put back into arms
To bomb the strip without notice
The irrevocable damage to pride and person
A cause for continuation of disaster
Typical zonal genital disease
From all our simple oozing greed
Strutting menace and controlling anger
Distress tablet popping misery
Ball broken cracked up morality
If I had a hammer
I would eat it
Retrieve it and pass it to a teacher of manner