In the popular vote, I lose
When those around me fail, I rise
I wait to collect
I swear to protect
I see through good intention eyes.
The economist forecasts the future
The investor predicts the past
the collector intrudes
points out and alludes
to a present financially secure and fast.
In a bear market I’m a bull
In a recession I am secure
to those in need
it’s universally agreed
I’m more of a disease than a cure.
The disciple retires from greed
The minister walks from the bank
his liturgy is a light
his bell is rung right
The life of the tax collector goes clank.