(Pace Nigel, no effort was required on my part - it's a leftover from an Oldie competition.)
We urged you all to buy the house you rented
And start a little business of your own,
For interest rates were low, inflation dented,
And everyone could well afford the loan.
But shortly afterwards, we thought it best
To let the interest rates insanely rocket;
Businesses folded, homes were repossessed -
We stole the pound you thought was in your pocket.
“People must stand upon their own two feet!”,
We cried. “We’ll not support lame ducks!”
Yet, seeing all the homeless in the street,
Although they said I couldn’t give two fucks
If suicide’s their sole escape from debt,
Or greedy, ruthless banks should plunder them,
I sometimes felt a twinge of faint regret
For having shot their feet from under them.
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