Roll up! Roll up! Prepare to be amazed!
The bottle-conjuror shall weave his spell.
The truth will vanish in a smoky haze.
See heaven, when in front of you is hell.
Health levies rise as populace grows sick,
and companies grow rich as poor are taxed.
Offshoring is a money-saving trick,
so local jobs in thousands can be axed.
Yet Wall Street wizards will your saviours be,
as bankers conjure smiles from gloomy frowns.
Believe us when we say we'll set you free;
the benefits of wealth will trickle down.
A free economy can't work by halves —
please chant this incantation as you starve.
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Author Notes
I've had quite a few comments on the last end-rhyme pair being "off". In Australia, unless you have an expensive private-school education (which clearly, I don't), then "halve" is pronounced "harve" - thus the rhyme works.
Today's word:
bottle-conjuror (n) a prankster, a charlatan.
My much-treasured Christmas present for 2017 is a book by Paul Anthony Jones: "The cabinet of linguistic curiosities". Each page contains a descriptive story about some obscure or archaic word. It occurred to me it would be a fun exercise to try and write, each day, a poem featuring the "word of the day" from the book.
Thanks for reading.
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