This Aint No Recession

It aint no double-dip, it’s a multi-dip: And each dip lowers your living standard

Recessions end and stuff rebounds but now we lead a group known as the Undeveloping Countries

The MultiNationals behind globalization are herding everyone to a uniform level of barest subsistence

The Pakis and such are real good with it, but if you’ve ever known any better, you aint gonna like it

You’ll keep paying more and earning less with fewer benefits until we’re all globally competitive

This aint no recession: This here is a permanent fall from the artificial economic grace we once knew

And all the politicians demanding God Bless America after every speech aint gonna change it one bit

It wont be so bad, your kids have already adjusted their expectations by becoming mumbling slackers

We can probably start a patronage system for plum government jobs - like they used to have in India

But be careful of going in debt for overpriced education with the real prospect of never finding a job

Drop the cherished myth that your kids futures are always brighter than your own…It just aint so Bud!

Get ready to take on a real tax burden and simply forget about then promised entitlement programs

Just save some memories of the good old days for your grandkids – They’ll know you’ve finally lost it

We’ll read of a ponzi 3% GDP growth, but it’ll be swallowed by deliberately underestimated inflation

Get used to failing bridges, unstable power grids and a degrading environment – It’s all we can afford

But, wait: Gutlessly sociopathic, closet corporate leaders will get even richer, successful or not

For this aint even a depression, it’s just the New Normal: Work more, get less, pay more, die younger

Forget about cruise vacations, new cars, faux mansions and such treats – That’s so like 20^th Century

Deal with it – You’re downsized permanently, you got no savings and your Medicare is going away

This aint no recession but rather living the new reality of being undeveloping former firstworlders

Them greedy foreigners aint gonna finance your home equity loans and credit cards no-mo, no suh

Arent no jumpstarts, quick fixes or kickstarts gonna get you a job or stop the middle class shrinking

You can safely default on all your loans and cards cause you aint gonna get no more credit anyway

You’ll laugh at the crap about finance, realestate and consumers being the engines of our prosperity

Look, we won’t tax-and-spend or budget-slash and de-regulate our way from under this just decay

Oh, and dont get any attitude or you’ll be quickly culled from the hundreds of applicants per bad job

But dont worry, they wont stop subsidizing creating of your diabetes, hypertension and heart disease

And theyll keep making the jobs worse so you wont take them, but their disposable illegales still will

This aint no business cycle, the good jobs aint comin back and thats Alabama not Whateverstan on TV

But you can still pledge your fictional soul as collateral in their imaginary-paradise-for-nothing scam

The population’s too large and cheap resources are too depleted to power more extractive prosperity

This decaying and antiquated infrastructure is still good enough for any rapidly undeveloping country

The elite will keep flying overhead, driving by with their windows up and living under tighter security

They'll keep media puppets pumping crap about how freeing markets could solve all of your problems

And, oh darn, they cant hire you now cause you been out of work too long, not cause you’re too old…

This aint no downturn, this is a nosedive: into the infectious dirt of an ignorant and 3^rd world future

Its OK, your kids will accept the benefitless, peasant wages of a globalized world in economic flatline

Our Crumbling Happy Ever After

Met a girl and we fell in love and had 3 of just the most precious and exceptional children, Ever

Wound up divorced and them kids caint read but they are all like totally pierced and tattooed

LiarLoaned us a home with equity potential and a pool, and we made it into our family piggy bank

Refied and spent it all on ourselves and then strategically defaulted on all the underwater notes

Tried sucking my way up in various firms faking it for long hours, weekends and many holidays

They outsourced me permanently at age 50, broke, without a pension – and no benefits til I’m 70

God blessed us with America so we wreaked a violent, and chaotic dominion from sea to shining sea

Ran out of new resources to exploit but do have lots of debts, dirty water and poisoned air to pass on

We worked and saved all our lives, held our heads up high and did not owe a penny to anyone

Wound up broke and drugged, numb and neglected laying in our own wastes, in a septic nursing home

Charged ourselves every new electro-gizzie that the hordes of Chinese slaves provided us on credit

Then we just cut up them cards - since the government bailed out the banks: It was OK for us as well

Worked for years trying to build a sense of community in what we railed on as our racial toxic ghetto

Got pushed out by higher taxes as greedy white developers moved in and gentrified right around us

Finally managed to retire with a little money and a good wife to that long-awaited happily ever after

Lasted nearly 2 years before the pre-funeral healthcare industry swallowed up our entire savings

Followed the call to serve my beloved country and they forged us into a noble warrior team

Now I lay here with my honored brothers for as long as forever really might be to we human beings

Clucked our tongues from inside our cars at the crumbling Indian ruins in that hot and dusty desert

Cause now we know the way to the Happily Ever After, smug in pre-redeemed and everlasting souls

Facefulls of False Consumer Anxiety

You can see em every day rushin darkly all about: skinny faces all like troubled up and ashened out

Running scared and breathin heavy, not looking back, all tensed up, tryin hard justa remain uninvolved

Every single one filled up with so much anger - they just got no time for whatever fool compassion

Yup, facefulls of worry, pass by in their thousands wearing dingy clothes, under ever-dirtier skies

Holding back their panic, thanks to them angry pop voices with their martial advertising music

Fists clenched tightly inside their pockets, but still praying hard that there might yet be some way out

All their mumbled monotone voices echo with that same stressed-out-until-bored uncertainty

Dragged and pushed, kicked and driven thru this too short time – oh, look, they’re blindfolded as well

Pausing for a moment, not knowing where they are, but wait, that burned, melted smell is still there

Facefulls of worry, running on stress hormones that are eating them up alive from their inside out

Pushing through their decaying messes as a leaden sky presses their own poisons back down upon them

Awakening from confusing dreams with so much to do yet still afraid to realize it’s all just so pointless

They’re always looking away just in time, feigning some passing interest - to avoid exchanging glances

The frenzied beat pulses into their unborn infant’s stomachs, imprinting them just like tiny cygnets

Shoveling in gutfulls of fastfood, they try to mask that false hunger created by tension and insecurity

They grow crosseyed chasing after the hollow plastic HappyEverAfter that is taped to their noses

Seen em gasping, haggard, eyes darting, pumped too full of a powerful and unavoidable uncertainty

They erupt spontaneously into a savage aggression, like hungry stray dogs forced too closely together

Find it difficult to think straight with health issues, uncertain jobs and an oppressive load of debt

Always tensed up against that knife in the back that must certainly be coming down hard, out the dark

Mistaking franchised-financed-faith pitchmen of some frilly eternal salvation for true apostolic couriers

Inescapably conditioned to covet the New and Improved, sentenced to remain endlessly dissatisfied

Resolved but unrequited after accepting so much they cannot understand, much less ever control

Leaders reduced into a myopic micromanagement to just try and force things to make a little sense

Ignoring each new unforeseen problem by saying it’s too damn hard, expensive and way too late to fix

Loudly chanting those clever talking head catchphrases to drown out the other conflicting factoids

Trying mightily to remain focused only upon the lilting message of canned, lighthearted consumerism

But twisting up way too tightly on the inside due to unwelcome upwelling of subconscious perceptions

Swaggering about with an ignorant pride, but, dammit, still shadowed by seemingly senseless doubts

Waking up in the night at the sound of intruders - or was it just another irrelevant nightmare

Catching something out of the corner of their eye they know they should really consider… later on

Ulcers, rashes, migraines, obesity, botox, faith and addictions all betray their cosmetic bravado

Facefulls of worry in an artificial hurry, saving so much time that they’ll never ever get to spend

Heartbeats too rapid, wickedly hypertensive, sky-high cholesterol, yet they think they move smoothly

Burying memories for later like so many frightened squirrels, only to end up in a blurred confusion

Rabidly scarfing up false fulfillment from that vast smorgasbord of nutrient-free but high-fat rewards