They say that we can make it work
With printed monies but
The only thing we’ve done in fact
On future, burden put
We’re ransoming their livelihood
To pay entitlements
But what else can we do before
We’re all living in tents
Democracy ensures we’ll fail
And never get the votes
A slow decline is what we’ll get
As growth departs in boats
To distant autocratic shores
With better fiscal sense
While we’ll be left to fight for scraps
Not even dollars, cents