A More Aspirational Commentariat for the Precariat

When progress takes hold, in whatever form, 

It will be belated and advance nothing,

Wrote Ishion Hutchinson, not long ago,

Not much progress stored since in the hold.

Ultimo, things may or may have not, did or

Did not go so well. Myself am hell in debt

To hell, and hell is full of debt collectors

Hell-bent on driving their source of wealth extinct.

Whenever there is too much wealth, there is

Struggle to corral it all, thus disaster.

Whenever there is too little, there is

Struggle to corral what’s left, thus disaster,

But only for individuals, only

For the greater mass of individual

Working lives, frightened for calm’s survival.

En masse, some lesser mass always does quite well,

Or always has so far, the descendants

Of the replacement populations settled

On the bones and ashes of the scattered,

Which remains progress, advancing on nothing.