A jubilee for every debt worldwide
gives fictive numbers nowhere else to hide
& would not kill skilled hands nor bulldoze plants
nor blow up railroad ties nor *rip your pants.
A sort of magic lantern show just stops
& the collective jawbone drops.
I think our jubilee a worthy goal,
especially of countries in the hole.
Geometric, twilit curves of debt
are like unto a broken hammer. Fret
not & just throw a hammer such as that away.
We then continue going on our way.
Let’s reset, replace the broken hammer
though it raise a tumult & a clamor.
Burst, lance, rip apart the pimple
that will someday pop itself. It’s simple.
* Health Warning: The bit about "ripping your pants" is more than a bit optimistic.
