Business, As Usual Poem by Alistair Graham

It’s the same old story
with a modern twist;
people crunched
in a credit contraption
so I, try not to
show my emotion,
try to stay on top
so to speak, so not
to get caught out,
reeled in,
like a giant fish,
my belly ripping
against the bow,
my head splitting
as they land me
and stand over me
before hooking me
up by the jaw bone
to weigh my flesh
to price my head
before despatching
my parts,
to all and sundry