Fall (with apologies to Keats and 52%)

For reasons of greed and fellows ruthlessness,
Close xenophobic friends of the lurid Sun,
Conspired, it seems, with Grimm to goad and regress
And recruit his designs to pound Leaves home run.
To befriend and grapple the cost and squeeze hard
To kill the fruits of all our labour then rot them to the core.
To swell their Lords and plump the offshore shekels.
With sickly sweet lies, they disguise their bidding wars
And still more perjury later printed on their bus
Until their servants think their care will never cease
For deceit has over filled their dumbed down cells.