Now is the winter of our discontent
Since all of our financial systems are bent
And austerity measures become the new vogue
It’s banks, not traders, that have gone a bit rogue.
Out slick politicians make speeches and spin
Unable to admit to the trouble they’re in
Unable to see much past coming elections
In denial of looming share market corrections.
So now here we are in winter’s embrace
No heating, no pensions, no financial grace
While Greece drags us down and America dithers
I think I’ll drink wine as my pension fund withers