Merry Christmas, the age of sacrificing saviors is no more!

And now, ye privileged rich, there is no forgiveness this year,

For we have gotten a smell for your reactive oligarchic fears,

And without delicious turkey plated to afford us calming meal,

We’ll take from your pocket what was taken from us this year,

Your smiles, your health, your wealth, your homes, your control,

Your factories, your guilds, your temples, your cities, and our world.

A new world order for your fear, of the peoples coming wrath this year!

Happy New Years too, may you find no privileged luck,

For here’s an economic crash to rival the greatest of past,

Set about by the dithering corruption of withholding fools,

Mouthpieces for them of unfathomable unearned wealth,

Twiddling the humble around as neurotic clowns of heaven,

Allowing oligarchic strutting to roll us to monetary collapse,

And so, we all get to share in poverties riches this poor year.

Ah, empire was such explosive fun for a century,

Looks like that heavy gold brick will be passed on.

And as history pulls and pushes, but never repeats:

“We shall richly recreate our last worst history,

And dream before fruition, the next one to etch.

For time’s novelty is within our living memory,

And forgetting a moment is unleashing it again,

As is ignoring reality, the dark future to come.”