The Banking Jerk

Boxes of the pasta pot
are draining empty empty
The tellers are not getting fed;
the millers all in gaol now

Paused: our time of plenty
The staple harvest slowly rots
And other stuff is going off
And progress has set sail...Now,

it's back to basics--
until we know not when
Wolf and lamb lay down together
with chickens in their pen

So, let clang of metal cease,
as we give the earth it's time of peace