The horoscope did not tell the horror
of lift drag thrust and weight,
all boats going one direction,
running from the rate of change of change.
Everything is going pear shaped,
Diocletian strikes the match,
the IOUs are past their due—
surprise: nothing under the hatch.
The angle of bank is the bank upside down—
credit wounds us raw.
Empire of backwardation
gashing with every margin call.
The audit shows us plebeians who never owned the game,
still must pay for their arson, and get burnt just the same.