"economists" poems
Please explain inflation
Why do prices rise
For when I go out shopping
They change before my eyes
I just don't seem to get it
why some go up and down
Why a red car's more expensive
Than a new car that is brown
I tried to do some simple math
I went back to the books
Now I think that all economists
Are just white collar crooks
Follow me on this one, now..
A buck in 1970 is now worth near five fifty
I don't know how they did it
But I think it's kind of shifty
A funeral costs much more today
But this one is a pickle
For in western movies I have seen
My life's worth a plugged nickel
That hasn't changed in many years
So, I made a decision
It has to do with the new math
And that ****** new long division
Wheat is up, and so is beer
And theres one that I resent
To put my worth in when it's asked
It's still just two **** cents
A house...well, that's a nightmare
Some cost more than you will earn
You'll be owing for a lifetime
Your mortgage you won't burn
Water, there's another thing
It's now worth more than gas
But now, our nice tap water
It's quality won't pass
Six cents would get you postage
To send a letter, that's not bad
Today..it's almost ten times that
And that is really sad
But here's one that's confusing
Of all the things you've bought
This one's never varied
It's still a penny for your thoughts
two bits could get a haircut
And it would also get a shave
But now to get this combo
It takes two weeks to save
Hockey cards they cost a dime
And baseball cards did too
But, now they're an investment
And a dime won't buy you two.
Please think on this real hard now
It's a tale that's really old
Let's find how Rumplestiltskin
Could spin straw into gold
Inflation is a ******
It's all over the earth
I say smile, and then bend over
And that's my two cents worth!
May 31, 2012
May 31, 2012 at 5:02 PM UTC
I cancelled my bank overdraft
Cut my cards up in a small pile
Actually, it was quite large you know
And this act made me smile
Just deal with cash from here on out
Never buy more than I need
It released a weight off of my shoulders
And deep down I felt freed
fiscally conservative
financially responsible
My nation cannot do it
Without me as an example
No more fees for paying late
If I need it I pay cash
Budgets I will follow
And spending...that I'll slash
Can you imagine if a nation
Took this simple thought to mind
Just pay with what we make from tax
And leave what we can't afford behind
No missiles, and no foreign debt
We're just beholding to ourselves
It's politically reprehensible
But, we owe it to ourselves
fiscally conservative
financially responsible
My nation cannot do it
Without me as an example
No more fees for paying late
If I need it I pay cash
Budgets I will follow
And spending...that I'll slash
No government agendas
To trade for that we can't afford
It would ***** the nations bankers
And make the economists quite bored
To be responsible for our actions
We are taught right from the start
don't spend the money you don't have
Well, to me...that's really smart
fiscally conservative
financially responsible
My nation cannot do it
Without me as an example
No more fees for paying late
Spending I will slash
My budget I will follow
And from now on pay just cash
Sep 1, 2012
Sep 1, 2012 at 7:57 PM UTC
I have a dream! I have a dream,
To the racial discriminators, said Martin Luther King,
I have a dream! I have a dream!
To the evil-creating economists, I warn and ring.
Globe witness hunger, inequality poverty and unemployment
The world turns out to be bitter,
To all of you, I write this letter.
To create a world relieved from these and turn better.
I am a mad aspiring economist, a fool,
Searching for the right tool,
You turned the world with full of mess,
People are left with nothing less.
To the world, you gave theories,
Pushed us into a vicious cycle of injuries,
About your theories, you boasted,
It has created a few ruling and bloated.
Most of you worked as economic hitmen,
Turned victim laymen to fighting gunmen.
To the realities, your theory is distant,
Served no solution to the dying peasants,
To the few, we remain a psychological slave and servants,
Tuned our lives to a depended migrant.
With your development lecture,
You have killed the entire nature,
In the name of ventures, corporates turned vulture,
Hunted and looted our generations’ future.
We lived a self-reliant community,
You killed us with imposed liability,
Our lives are now placed in intensive casualty,
The word that remains imagination still is equality.
We lost our humanity and identity,
In your eyes, we are just a market and commodity,
Your play with scarcity, was a mere futility,
We finally became a society, filled with atrocity.
Your useless lectures of development,
Put us under frightening & irrecoverable unemployment,
For a few, you got us into a deep-rooted enslavement,
So, now for you instead, we make a replacement.
To my questions, you neglected and ran,
In your eyes, I am foolish stupid common man,
To you short-sighted range,
I say I will bring in a change!
Today, I may remain lower and mere viewer,
A day will come, where you will stand to answer,
Writing a new rule, I would seize your beloved positions,
This will be my lifetime mission and ambition.
I say with all my limited experience,
I will put a test to all your conscience,
Are you just a fat-big corporate’s hand?
With people will you always stand?
I am not an economist,
I am neither an egotist,
I proclaim! I proclaim!
I am a revolutionary economist,
I know you will fit me a label,
I am sure I will be an economic rebel,
A rebellious economist.
I dream a world without huge inequalities,
I dream a world free from imposed liabilities,
I dream a world without poverty and disparities,
I finally dream for becoming an economist with no ambiguities.
Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 7:43 AM UTC
******* white people;
hide their racism behind
vapid "opinion".
******* white folks will
argue you can't argue with
results and numbers
because white people
can strip race from the issue
and swear it's "equal".
White people without
culture or identity,
strip it from others.
Call you naked as
they strut in stolen clothing.
Full of silicone.
**** with white people,
find out they know the struggle
by the article.
They can sweat big stuff,
but their racism is in
the cracks and seeping.
Disappointingly,
you can't trust white people for
**** not even me.
Not Bush, not Clinton,
Donald Trump, Bernie Sanders,
******* Macklemore,
Not Bill O'Reilly,
and not Jon Stewart, and not
viral feminists/
white feminism,
Taylor Swift's white sisterhood,
their artists, music,
writers, poetry,
actors, authors, painters and
sculptors and bloggers,
their politicians,
obviously, but also
their lawyers, doctors,
their engineers and
scientists and businesses,
economists or
pastors, preachers, religion,
programmers, products,
video games and novels;
They will let you down.
The rich or the poor,
it really doesn't matter.
They will let you down.
Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 1:53 PM UTC
Spring creeks born from infinite knowledge
gaining speed
riding cloaked horses that show
Peter in the stained glass surface
young creek
carry
salvation price televangelists can't match
melt bullet proof screens between altar and flock
wash the old mans feet
Summer river border
bring
fresh water to stagnant minds
earthly limits can yield no nutrition
salt smooths David pebbles to fly straight
Journeys from the Abaddon threshold
(leave the salt behind)
riding
clouds like the cloaked horses to stained glass Peter
past our own existence watching self hematophagy
all things are one
Fall crosses river styx
until we are wise enough to take the coins from our eyes
see
his lonely gold coin fall from the mast
economists miss the beauty in a negative slope
Cold winter brooks
forget their age
babes no longer baptized in ***** whale heads
no longer giving squeeze to oil that fights the freezing point of time
no longer running from the mouth that carries you west
are we anchored to god or do billions of monkey ropes join to give him life
Apr 15, 2013
Apr 15, 2013 at 9:17 PM UTC
Empty glasses sit like soldiers at attention.
8 wide, 10 thick;
ranks for drunks.
The business of boredom
beats the barmaids and patrons
into service,
or subservience.
We are watched over
by flickering eyes
which could
stop
staring
at any moment.
Loneliness is a half-pint.
I'm glad my glass is full.
I'm glad the barmaid wears checks on her stockings.
I'm glad the barmaid reads.
I'm glad the economy is ******
so economists have something to make them feel interesting.
I'm glad the lesbians found feminism;
instead of Jesus.
I'm glad for the sad eyed, gray haired drunks
that live off Marlboro Red's and dream-fumes.
I'm glad the roof is stained with memories:
postcards
sketches
photographs
an old box of pills.
And I love you because you're a **********
Jul 22, 2012
Jul 22, 2012 at 9:50 AM UTC
Summer it was in the land of dust and ashes
Rivers overflowing with corpses, decaying bodies
The sunlight and the shadows merged eternally
In the grey canvas of the mystic visionary
Economists clashed as capital overcame mankind
Temples bustled with great gods and divine prostitutes
Seeking an outburst into the quarters of the arena
The fat of the land was their reward
Ten thousand merchants with bellies bursting forth
Made love to liposuction hospitals
Cannibals returned from the dust where they belong
Nothing mattered anymore, the darkest of days
His time was numbered they said, the aging beast refused to die
Ten thousand rituals around the carcass of a dead burden
He needs the thorn in his flesh, the gentle wound and a mild ******
Writing slowly in forests of industrial refuse
Silence beyond the arches of the sea, paradise regained
We ate the remains of semi-organic residue
From automated plants and factories and a strange burden was eased
A creature from within us whose destiny lies beyond us
Meandering through the sunny beaches of neaterland
A strong syringe with an ancient disease
Consumes his flesh with an incurable wound
He refuses to live and she refuses to die
Among the corpses he stood because of his God
God of the corpses, god resting with the dead
I give you the body of my God and his blood
Redeem yourselves from yourselves !
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 11:38 AM UTC
The desperate scramble to
rationalise; the burning need
to make sense of the
nonsensical, this
all-too-earnest search for
answers, for some guidestone
that will help us decipher
the craziness scrawled on the walls,
a key that might unlock that door
which currently bars the path to
sanity and reason.
We put polls in the field,
conduct surveys, devise
better, more probing questionnaires,
consult eminent
psychologists, sociologists, economists,
go blind on data
tabulated into every conceivable form,
cite studies, historical precedent,
strive for any, any answers
that will explain to us
how we came to
this.
And maybe the reason is
less complex.
Maybe
we got what we
deserved.
Jan 14, 2017
Jan 14, 2017 at 4:28 AM UTC
Shadow Dance
Before power licentious
Loquacious tongue blabs
Speak Economists misty
As Economy wanes drifty
Power of money and muscle
Make the poor's fossils.
On which the tycoons fly
Flags of success gleefully.
Intuitive India in illusion
Delusion and hallucination
Dances as shadow, as nation's
Desperados' fusion-music sounds.
The meek by caprice paints
Bleak future of great pains
Some swarm, warmly swear
Behind PM, calm, the pied piper!
Sep 26, 2012
Sep 26, 2012 at 4:14 AM UTC
Screaming
In bright lights, bold colors
Driving by billboards,
TV, magazines The
Lies
For young children to see
That distorts the meaning of value and beauty
That it’s all about
The wheel at your hands
The house at your feet
Your
Skin
White as bones, overexposed
Whose name is wrapping your
Stick, sick
Flesh
*It’s all about
Me
In this consumerism*
To believe these deceptions
Is to
Deny and shun
What He has said,
What He has done
And to accept these distortions
Is to
Push Glory’s embrace and
Spit at Beauty’s face
For the way of the world
Is a blind subversion
Against The
Holy
Holy
Holy God
‘Cause He said
He bought you with a price
His beloved Son, Jesus Christ
No need to chase this and that
Turn back
He has been chasing after you
That is fact
Are you lost?
Are you broken?
Well in Him you are loved
Not just accepted,
Chosen
He is Father.
And from enemy you became
His son, His daughter
Can the world just please know that
They are
Children, royal heirs
Not tools
Not meat
Not slaves
To tree fibers flattened together
To the ogling eyes of men
Just as ***** and blind as theirs
It’s an honor that this
We Christians know
In the world we are tasked
The Truth we must show
So do not conform
To these unattainable norms
Take heart
Set yourself apart
For tomorrow is the due
The Lord will do amazing things among you
Remember:
One coin is one vote
For the kind of world we want to see
For the kind of world we want to be
Ponder
That those trash are only made and sold
Because people lust over those worldly strongholds
So, make certain
That the things that you buy
That the votes that you cast are for
Modesty, security, purity,
God’s name, God’s glory.
The icons, the trends we
Have been following,
It’s time to start leading
Do not falter
This generation we can alter
No need to be economists, politicians, or preachers
Just as Christian consumers
We have the power
Those are not mere dull coins or crumpled bills in your hands
You know what it is?
That is the future
Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 10:00 AM UTC
All those caterpillars
that became butterflies
had turned back into caterpillars
after all those times.
All those times
we spent as lovers
have come to this now our honeymoon stage is over,
the Law of Diminishing Returns is taking over.
What is it, you ask?
I'm no lawyer to take just,
but I'll explain it to you my love,
everyone goes through this, not just us.
Economists says,
the more you have something,
it worth to you less.
That's what we are, that kind of being.
The more we spend time together,
the less the pleasure.
The more we give,
the less we appreciate.
But hey, don't fret.
It doesn't mean we don't love each other,
or that we love each other less,
It's just nature, I guess.
I think it's a good thing,
to have this kind feeling.
Since I have the tendency to be obsessed,
this, I think is for the best.
Also to prevent from being satiated,
or from being dependent,
to stand up with our own two feet,
and from time to time, miss a kiss.
Because we cannot give what we don't have,
we should learn what they call the greatest love.
It's to love yourself so you can love,
with it, you can give all the love you have.
If I am complete and you are as well,
we can support and love each other very well.
Without missing a piece of our identity,
without having doubts in ourselves.
So this law, my love, is just a proof,
that we are getting more mature.
In our love we are more sure,
that whatever obstacles, we can endure.
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 2:18 AM UTC
June disciples left behind
A victim of the music with a squeeze of lime
Undressed and obsessed by the guilt of milk
History faires by those refusing to think
Hear ! Hear ! The paper's roar..
Hear ! Hear ! Let's watch them fall..
Divided Kingdom
Obscene economists guide the hands
Whack their tail and point to blame
Exterminated lights with a color once so bright
Future future on the wall
Can you tell us what's in store
Slash Space
Slash Space
Slash Space
Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 4:12 PM UTC
Karate,
Karate is a game of skill
Its not about having those big muscles
Its not about the number of pounds you can lift with one hand
All those big chests and six packs
Karate is all about skill
You ask yourself a thousand times
Why am I failing thinking of giving up
Maybe sometimes in life we apply wrong methods in wrong games
Life is not the survival of the fittest
Neither how strong you are 'physically' to fight battles
Nor how many wars you have won in less than a second
Its all about skill and wisdom
Skill can serve your energy that you can fight when necessary
You wasting your time chasing an ant with a gun
Lions and beasts are waiting
Then you will be caught tired and exhausted, loosing the game
Why cant you just light up the fire and move on
I see the tears of the broken heart
Crying in pain and distress, of the wasted years and energy
Just because they gave their whole effort feels like they don't deserve
But if all the power that you posses failed, why not trying the other method
Like using the skills that you possess
You know why we are educated
So that we might have skills on problem solving in the community
If it wasn't skill, education might be a cipher, turning to be soldiers of war
But that can not stop the ravages of overwhelming diseases proliferating our society
This failing economy can never be brought back to life
Maybe our businesses cannot flow smoothly like a river after the storm
But we need doctors
Economists well skilled and trained
To make solutions with a pen and a page
Because some battles are not worthy fighting.
Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 4:28 AM UTC
And an enemy enemy's enemy transfers
from page to page. If people do not have an injury,
you should be able to reach the bone without smoking,
flowers, the things of the father or night,
without the leaves and the bushes,
if it is less than if it is not; You can put six ounces
in the first place. Inductive love, a loveless snare
in your garden with your fingers, fingers,
kisses, is an old manor property. In other words,
he will die in power
that has power. Death has no practice or death.
He was born. You can treat someone's soul as a helper
for six avatars. Tree bars for understanding
the IHI message. drinking. tourist. He was asleep
a few weeks after two weeks, but soon he saw his face.
Economists, all other jobs have been deleted,
people who can show all the colors
of the devastation of Reis or the ancient secret
of that priest that night, having the master's
shadow. Unfortunately, the result is enough to show
the behavior of girls and many practices
that bring thousands of events to fruition,
and they only remember two things.
He showed his feet in a cave and taught me
that he was the same
as he who was white and on the ground.
I changed the clothes.
I like your child's personality. Homer's service
does not need food.
One evening, I believe in the store. As you approach the kitchen,
someone will be honest. An enemy's enemies.
Transfer from page to page.
If people do not have an injury,
you should be able to reach the bones without cigars,
flowers, things of the father and night,
without the leaves and trees,
if you are less than if you can not eat it.
Dining at the moment. [Grassless innocence], the trap
of the garden within your garden
with your fingers, fingers, kisses,
is an ancient possession. In other words,
he will die in power. Death has no practice or death.
He was born. You can treat someone
as a helper for six incarnations. Wood tree
for understanding IHI
content. drinking. tourist. He had been sleeping
a few weeks after two weeks,
but soon he saw his face. The economists,
all other jobs have been deleted, are people
who can show all the devastating effects
of the raison; the ancient secret of the priest
that night, in the shadow of shadow.
Unfortunately, the result is enough to show girls'
behavior and many acts have led to thousands
of events, and they have remembered
two things. He showed his feet in a hole
and taught me that he was the same person
on the ground. I changed his clothes.
I like your baby's son. Home service does
not need food. One evening, I believed
in the store. As you approach the kitchen,
someone will be true. And enemy enemies.
Transfer from page to page.
If people are not vulnerable,
you should be able to reach the bones
without cigar, flowers, things of the father
and night, without the leaves and trees,
if you are less than you cannot eat yourself.
At the moment. Infinite light,
the trap of the garden
is in his garden with his fingers, fingers,
kisses was an ancient possession.
In other words,
he will die in power. Death has no practice or death.
He was born. You can treat someone as a helper
for six lifetimes. Wood tree to understand IHI content.
drinking. tourist.
He had been sleeping a few weeks after two weeks,
but soon he saw his face. Economics,
all other functions
having been deleted; | are people who can put all the endless
reestablishing of the material of the ancient ancient priesthood
and night, in shadow of shadow. Unfortunately,
the result is enough to show behavioral behavior
and many acts that have led to thousands of events,
and they have remembered two things.
He showed his feet in a hole and taught me
he was the same in the ground.
I changed his cloth.
I went to your grandson.
Home service does not need food.
One evening, I believe in the store.
As you approach the kitchen,
someone will be true. And enemies' enemies.
Transfer between pages.
In the absence of scratches,
people can reach the bones
without using cigars without cigars and trees,
flowers, fathers and evening.
This moment now. Infinite light, his garden
his fingers, fingers, kiss garden traps
were ancient possessions. In other words,
he is to die with power. Death has neither practice
nor death. He was born. You can handle people
with six assistants. A tree that understands the contents
of IHI. Drinking with a tourist.
He had been sleeping for several weeks
in two weeks, but he immediately saw his own face
In the shadow's shadow where all other functions
of economics are removed, people who are part
of the ancient priesthood and infinite reconstitution
of the material in the night. Unfortunately,
the results are sufficient to show behavioral behavior
and many activities that have caused thousands
of cases, and I remember two things.
He showed
his feet in the hole and told me he was on the ground.
I exchanged this cloth. I went to your grandchild.
Home service does not require food. One night,
I believed in the store.
| As you approach the kitchen,
| someone is the truth.|
Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 2:52 AM UTC
A highly respected economist
Was in search of recessions’ real Genesis.
He said, “Grow the economy
Right through Deuteronomy,
But Numbers is truly our Nemesis!”
Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 11:16 AM UTC
Some people live their lives
Like economists.
They see the price of everything,
And the value of nothing.
Do not decrease your value,
Just because someone does not See your worth. -
Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 1:40 PM UTC
Take an ancient iPod
(click wheel!),
splash a few words
on Craigslist,
wait a short while
and it transforms
into fifty dollars
which morph into
a bottle of fine
Tennessee whiskey,
a haircut, cigarettes
and change.
Economists call these
transactions.
Alchemists called them
transmutations.
I call them proof
that miracles
still exist
in the ordinary.
I will now
have a drink,
light a smoke
and luxuriate
in just what is...
~mce
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 7:10 PM UTC
The beat of a black desert heart
Playing a symphony on the strings of time
The inner tide flows in tune
Rising
Falling
Souring
A sweet melody struck from the wreckage of the poverty of storms
Lifted up by communities grace to sing in gods castle
Whilst patent red leather shoes tread the tiles of an economists dream
Imagining creativities warm embrace
When the apple fell from the tree
The wind blew it far away
To an islands peril
And an aching heart
Waiting for news
Of survival
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 6:27 PM UTC