Lucky oligarchs with lots of cash
Are looking for someplace to leave it.
The price of grace has just gone down—
They can scarcely believe it!
Future futures are headed south,
Their assets all are frozen—
Difficult choices must be made
When one’s among the chosen.
“We’ve been through worse,� they remind themselves,
Though when, they’ve all forgotten.
“We’re lucky oligarchs with lots of cash—
“We’ll buy up all that’s rotten.
“What care we if we must give up for now
“A house, a boat, a politician?
“We’re lucky oligarchs with lots of cash—
“Our lives are a sort of mission,
“To sell the world back to itself
“For a modest and reasonable commission.�