I'm quitting my Job
Show the Boom it can be done
Sacrifice myself
Before I'd let them touch my Sun
Living fore ones progeny
Is unsung as evolution
Middle age confusion
After all naught the solution
Leading to regression
Quantitative are infusions
Curing our depression
Backfilling such sought delusion
Thousand cuts
Keynesian contusions
In a rut
Cohesion our fusion