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Economics

ECONOMICS Grunt, from the hunt, Has more than he can eat. Groan, maker of tools of stone, Trades a spear point For a fat leg joint. Moan, who sews skins Traded for an ax sharply honed And a nice shoulder bone. But when the tribe grew big it was seen That something was needed in between. And decided to use pebbles, Those special with a sheen Given a value that could be seen. Much later things sold Were bought with gold Leading to goods venders And money lenders. Paper bills and coined copper Required there be a safe place proper. Thus banks were formed so Money could freely come and go. The bankers loaned money in a way That they knew the debtor could repay. Or did they? No! these fools Broke basic economic rules And collapsed the banking system With greed and lack of wisdom. Now we have to pay. Money corrupts. Maybe pebbles were a better way.

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