Caviar for a Czar

I’ve never dined on caviar,

The finest instead, a Mars bar.

No palace key for this housing Czar

Sip water alone, not at a gilded bar.

The challenge must be taken on the chin

And not merely with audacious spin

A moratorium won’t fix the cause

Of that usurious interest clause

And gestures from the righteous

To address this crisis

Have long past worn thin

Though life is well-equipped with knocks

Nonetheless, the misery clocks

And platitudes from a soapbox

Won’t outfox a notice

Sliding through the letterbox

There’s no bright light from the corporate sphere,

Shining down on hardship, here

Though those with good jobs try to spread cheer

Their lives are not as good as they appear

With some sleeping in a car

Obtaining meals from Spar, just near.

– Tadgh Quill-Manley

Labour Youth Chairperson

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