Ode on a Unregulated Market

The men at the market places are ravenous
Plasticine brides are baking hard
The ties are tripping at home tonight
Doing the dead cat bounce to a swing set symphony

Bloody zig zags with arrow heads fall
Almighty singing axes sharpen
Model airplanes crash into penthouse bay windows
Amid a susurrus of rained out parades

Marx has a new friend in the corner
He has a triple A rating
Master of disguise, Alas always a loser
In the semi finals of the Trusteeship trophy

The grave diggers solemnly meet again
To fill up the holes in the Earth
And bounce light off tin foil policies
Into middle class eyes