Everything is a Crisis Now - As Usual

17th April 2026

There once was a voter in Kent,
Whose wages were already spent,
With eggs and with oil.
And Mandelson’s toil,
And wars that came highly event.

The headlines screamed “crisis” all day,
Of prices and plots on display,
Of elections and blame,
And who rigged the game—
While life just went on anyway.