Distracted from dwelling on what they are selling…& what they are selling is debt.
Commercial intrusions on storied illusions; we’re never escaping the net.
A shilling, a pence & a pound of our flesh can be owed without signing a thing.
We live on the other side of the tracks; but we have nice cars & we’re wearing bling.
We spend what we don’t have & we live on account; with no chances ahead to save.
Most boats are sinking & no one is blinking, counting on currency to behave.
There’s no way to climb up slight ladders of ice; formed from what little that trickles down.
Poor folks can’t endure drought, without cure, they have aught; to survive when blight comes to town.
Aristocracy always prefers it this way…where only they can save the day.
So, invest in agility & sustainability; break up standard play.
L.B.Stowe 