When a befuddled minister of state
Announces some novel fiscal measure,
Deep in the shadows hunters of treasure
Measure their wealth against the exchange rate.
As vampires they’re always prepared to drain
A nation’s life-blood in gruesome amounts
From innocent folks’ vulnerable accounts,
Greedily doing so again and again.
All new ministers very quickly learn
To let such foul dealings pass them by.
Then, on leaving public life they’ll not die,
But, become engorged vampires in their turn.
And so this horror story will persist
Until folks decide vampires shouldn’t exist.