Deflating

Inflation just hit zero and the ship is going down,
we need another stimulus package says Prime Minister Gordon Brown.
Pump in a few more billion to ensure the banking system’s reform,
create some more jobs so we can weather the financial storm.
We’re going to the edge, but can they stop it from going over,
too late, we need more than a bit of luck and a perfect four leaf clover.
For history has foretold that governments can’t stop it,
as billions disappear trying to catch the falling rocket.

By Poetic Scoundrel

Economic Spin

Economic disaster, a doomsday destined,
but should we also blame the Peston.
The media machine and his type,
drove the bust with negative hype.
While things go up and must come down,
the media can push the world around.
By playing with the human way, disrupting confidence day to day,
a subconscious spin comes into play.
For while it’s true the bankers failed and the economic boom was at it’s tail,
the media told the tale to fail, which helped the economic train de-rail.
The same way that it went too far,
the media accelerates the falling star.

By Poetic Scoundrel

Tech Whore

Technology is an amazing thing, when it works it tis a dream,
Yet so often it’s not quite what it seems.
Version one and v 1.2,
but even version 5 won’t do.
Getting close to version 8, but oops it’s too late,
something new for the mags to rate.
A non-stop cycle of bits and bytes,
everyone fighting to reach new heights.
Buy the newest at the highest price,
six months pass and it won’t suffice.
Comms devices, organization, information and more,
Are we now just technology’s whore?

By Poetic Scoundrel

Social Network Overload

I’ve set-up my profile on Youbook because Facespace isn’t cool anymore,
I used to be on Metafriend, but that became a bore.
I usually watch clips on MyTube, but IBored is good for babes and boobs.
LinkLives good for business, Meoh and Vebo are full of newbs.
Wittering is the latest thing to communicate with the world,
and there are more than enough dating sites to find the perfect girl.
Poking, chatting, playing, and plenty of status updates,
friends in Asia, New Zealand, and a couple in the States.
Socializing, community, so much fun at the click of a mouse,
maybe one of these days I’ll speak to someone and even leave the house!

By Poetic Scoundrel

Recession

Deep in recession, it’s really not a good time,
they keep on taking out more debt could that actually be a crime?
Is it out of line?
Who will really get the fine?

As we spiral down and down, what really can they do,
to stop this bursting bubble from effecting me and you.

By Poetic Scoundrel

Persistence

Keep on climbing mountains,
Persistence always pays.
That philosophy remains,
Throughout the darkest days.
For giving up is certain,
To end your chance of success.
Find that open curtain,
It will grant you more no less.
Sometimes it’s exhausting,
And sometimes you will cry.
Never stop from focusing,
On the end that’s caught your eye.
For although the end may change,
Not fit your exact thought.
Fate will guide you through the range,
And it may even be better than what you sought.

By Poetic Scoundrel

The Search

Searching for the right idea,
Is an exhausting task,
Finding it will make you freer,
Says the shadow behind the mask.
It’s not that ideas are rare,
As they come thick and fast.
It’s finding one you don’t fear,
That will be the one to last.
I’ve searched high and low,
Everywhere from here to there.
Which one will start to flow,
The one that demands the dare.

By Poetic Scoundrel

Stress

The stress is getting to me,
I need to calm it down.
Anxious, very anxious,
When will it come around.
And go away and leave me in peace so I can breathe;
Just control your mind, not that easy, no indeed.

By Poetic Scoundrel

Bruised Monday

The situations getting worse,
as the shares begin to burst.
Have we reached the worst?
Is it time to call the hearse?
Bruised and batterered markets continue going down,
companies going under, the bull has definitley drown.
Is this the beginning of the madness or are we in for more?
Will it keep on going or have we hit the floor?
So many questions, so can’t be sure,
on this bruised Monday as we hear the Bear roar!

By Poetic Scoundrel

Vultures

Can I meet the vultures and beat them at their game?
Can I get passed their playing without losing any gain?
Can I feel my way across the rocky, baron place; without falling foul, short of the race?
Can I act without haste and control the deals ‘til there in place?

I can meet the vultures, with a wealth of knowledge I extend.
I can beat them with every, breathe and movement I comprehend.
I’ll take them to the cleaners, crush them to dust and even be their friend.
I can beat the vultures and win out in the end.

By Poetic Scoundrel