The old apple tree has got the rot in it
and the harvest is stomach-turning sour.
The Christian says the worm’s been at it
since someone first took a bite of the fruit.
The Neoliberal keeps pruning it
hoping for change.
The Marxist, he just reckons we should
burn the whole lot down.
Me, I’m contemplating hanging a rope from it
but who will dance from it
like a spider on its thread,
me or they,
has yet to be confirmed.