Sitting at the round table, two thousand and twelve With a view of the gardens and a sunny morning Southside company they’re smelling the roses recommending good food, restaurants in Ranelagh.
Searching for the recession that can’t be found no parking spaces near Gaviston’s or Avoca media and bleeding heart stories, hungry children the parents at fault too lazy to give them breakfast.
Two thousand and twenty, the proles have voted deafened into action by talk of recovery waiting for trickle down to wash away austerity waiting for the appointment while boiling dirty water.
Overheating in traffic to pay rent that can’t be frozen waiting for houses as office blocks get higher waiting as the trickle becomes a Chinese torture of drip feed lies, over runs and fiscal constriction.
The Times are shocked by shouts of ‘up the Ra’ not a call to arms but defiance and a middle finger pointing at those who can’t find the recession sleeping comfortably in their beds of elitist recovery.