Lewis Carroll on the Economy

the time has come, the walrus said, to talk of many things
of credit cards and default loans, and insider trading rings
of apathy and idiocy, and whether the fat lady sings

a glint in his eye, a lick of the lips as the walrus sells
false hope to his audience, trapped within their shells
fearful mollusks listen rapt, as he spins golden spells

Buddha belly earthquake rumbles, hunger never sated
The Walrus and the Carpenter, fault lines we’ve created
Fissures growing day by day, unchecked and deregulated

as the unwary little bivalves pay their bailout tithes
they don't realize that they are mortgaging their lives
waiting for salvation while on the cross they writhe

carpenter crafted crosses, forest in the background
there’s no road to perdition, no salvation found
just into the corporate crockpot, eaten pound by pound

gobbled down with a smile, and a dash of vinegar to taste
the walrus weeps crocodile tears as his teeth make paste
the carpenter reasons 'we can't let good food go to waste'

what a price the little clams paid to be saved
now gratefully accepting the yoke of the slave
happy they may be, live forever in their graves