There is nothing of political promise that can be kept
Even remotely based on any upturn of economy
For the responsible greed had reached an awful depth
Hidden behind curtains laced, industrial autonomy
Now hard earned money is to grease the same wheels
That have degenerately; an unscheduled stop
With an all familiar life and living closely upon its heels
All of any anticipation is but how deep the drop
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