Prologue: The Crisis Sonnet

Poem By Eiríkur Örn Norðdahl

IMF! IMF! IMF! IMF! IMF! IMF! IMF! IMF! IMF! IMF!
OMG! OMG! OMG! OMG! OMG! OMG! OMG! OMG! OMG! OMG!
OMG! OMG! OMG! OMG! OMG! OMG! OMG! OMG! OMG! OMG!
IMF! IMF! IMF! IMF! IMF! IMF! IMF! IMF! IMF! IMF!

IMF! IMF! IMF! IMF! IMF! IMF! IMF! IMF! IMF! IMF!
OMG! OMG! OMG! OMG! OMG! OMG! OMG! OMG! OMG! OMG!
OMG! OMG! OMG! OMG! OMG! OMG! OMG! OMG! OMG! OMG!
IMF! IMF! IMF! IMF! IMF! IMF! IMF! IMF! IMF! IMF!

FME! FME! FME! FME! FME! FME! FME! FME! FME! FME!
FIT! FIT! FIT! FIT! FIT! FIT! FIT! FIT! FIT! FIT!
LOL! LOL! LOL! LOL! LOL! LOL! LOL! LOL! LOL! LOL!

FME! FME! FME! FME! FME! FME! FME! FME! FME! FME!
FIT! FIT! FIT! FIT! FIT! FIT! FIT! FIT! FIT! FIT!
LOL! LOL! LOL! LOL! LOL! LOL! LOL! LOL! LOL! LOL!

[Note: Besides the more recognisable abbreviations, for English speaking readers, FIT is what you pay if you exceed your overdraft in Iceland, and FME is The Financial Surveillance Authority.]

Translation: Eiríkur Örn Norðdahl

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