Perfidy

Life has been hard, but she craves harder still,
Recession quite defeats her enterprise;
It's been twelve months since last she felt the thrill
Of double entry, while she's exercised
On economic beds; each bounce contends
That false accounts and abstinence are dead;
Each proud portfolio simply extends
Another bonus culture, soon employed
Where fingers and such plastic substitutes
Have served for days and weeks just to relay
To sub-primed senses, now concealed by shoots
Auguring growth, for perfidy's at play;
Let conscience prick again and seed reward,
Through something harder still, for life is hard.