………Capiche?

To the Ministers of the land
A message by popular demand
From the dirty, unwashed masses
To get up off your collective asses.

The message is we are all quite tight,
And that your obsession with your own fiscal might
Is a focus on growth that is in businesses which are small
Which turns out to be no growth at all.

Oh, there’s robust growth they boast
In businesses that employ 50 at most
But this fact’s correct interpretation
Is it’s growth from wages that are exploitation.

Now these guys that pay the exploitative rate
Are aggravating the funding of the nanny state
With more jobs that short the tax form
As well as the rest of the adult norm.

And so the robust economic growth bit
Is really a tale of this twin deficit
What it is actually is drunken sailor spending
That will certainly take years and years of mending.

The maturing of the baby boom will have the aging cost
While the knowledge economy will prevent us being lost
A theory which has no science at its base
The cheaper route being zero growth is the actual case.

So Ministers get up off your collective asses
And dust off your civic classes
Some basic arithmetic please
Those nanny programs don’t grow on trees.

They’ve got separatists running the government and all
As the politicians remain steadfastly and proudly in denial
That they have shipped out progress, democracy and the public finances
So in turn the electorate has chosen to foreshorten each’s chances.

They’re so awful they can be set to verse
And all they’ll ever say is “Oh, that’s foolish” or worse
And in the end what an effort that it will have taken
For a vision of a balanced books all around not to be forsaken.

   

……..Thee Mechanism to Progress

Our system is troublesome and we treat it with respect
And while capitalism itself remains the usual suspect
At creating better jobs it has some talent
And without a good job life is somewhat malevolent.

Now when a great job is created
There’s a whole row below that gets re-mated
A domino effect of people shifting around
Until the knots on thee very worst off are unbound.

This focuses on the bottom most and it will bankrupt them
But this maybe more of a solution than a problem
As the change would be both better wages and a higher tax
While only the most out-of-shape would meet the axe.

Note that the action is quite subtle,
As a great job is gained by this shuttle
And the worst one is all that’s lost,
For a distinct benefit to net system cost.

So this is the vaunted labour mobility
In fact it’s education of people with some ability
While formal schooling now suffers from over investment
Actual on the job training is usually cooled by the unemployment.

The problem with this process is the great national leaders
Have a penchant to be big wheeler dealers
And over immigrate into the market so there’s bottom rot
Thinking it’s capitalism and not them that’ll be caught.

Those worst jobs have a marginal utility that vexes us
But in regard to the high nanny costs they are infectious
And they are the shock absorber of the whole immigration nut
So basically they are as popular as the indolent on their welfare butt.

Gradual broadening of the middle class
And simultaneous contraction of the worst off morass
Is actually how the system would work
If they could only land a leader without the big wheel quirk.

   

Please Poe was much darker and depressing than you are.

   

Maybee so but I mean poes as short for poems.

   

……..As a Jobs Activist

I have a poem about life that’s small,
But bear with me because it’s about you and all,
It’s about growing up and growing to fruitition,
About work, money and the competition.

There is the fact of “good jobs” for one,
Which is a requirement to give life a good run,
And for which there’s always a sharp demand,
That is all so simple to understand.

A problem comes as lines for these have formed,
And when immigrants are added they feel quite scorned,
While it’s hard for them to get through the actual door,
The government is cheering “we need many, many more”.

It’s technically inept and socially a shame,
It’s remarkable it’s considered a legitimate game,
And contemplating the shallows of the botch,
Has driven me to befriend scotch.

……..The Village Commons

The new century can be amazing and even rather neat
One old Grandma I met on the street
Had a surprising wisdom packed beneath her shawl
Which she explain quite clearly and with a drawl.

She says “In my time there’s been many a trial.”
“For one jobs where scarce for a long, long while.”
“And the government was always making hash of economics.”
“Something they tended to call ‘Our politics.’”

“They had deficits, unemployment and inflation.”
“Mixed up and working against their natural relation.”
“The lessons were not actually that hard.”
“But the costs, my God, are in history’s graveyard.”

“The new economics is on the job training to quell inflation.”
“People moving all over the nation.”
“And there’s actually this surplus of very bad jobs.”
“But these ideas make officials squirmy and all bobs.”

She drawls, “Economists are piping the knowledge economy.”
“That’s their prescription for all of industry.”
‘The idea” she states with a little fluster
“Is to just up and steal an industrial cluster.”

“Oh, there’s the class divide within the family.”
“Constant change, suasion and what people are eating savvy.”
Then with a pointed smile she goes, “Somehow”
“You still have to give behavior a bow.”

Perhaps you don’t think, imagine or believe
A Granny on the street quiet as I conceive
But the current Word of an act that’s all around
Is more moral suasion for the top to protect our common ground.

   

And that's all for polite company.

   

fruitition?

   

Yeah, bozo, fruitition. The topic is you, family and friends getting a good job -- and best of luck with that.