Inflation

There’s a global inflation problem everywhere lungs are puffed up heads are swollen. Balloons increase in volume overnight. The cost of rubber bands has been stretched to its limits. We recall sadly the heady days of deflation, when shrinkage gave us more space to spread, to drink our fill of a less bloated air. Politicians and pronouns are loudly popping empty suits and Stetson hats billow and blow more than we can know. We see the mushrooming clouds of bluster and bluff from afar. The world pumps on way too hard continents expand beyond their land. The sky busts out of its high wide window. Soon we shall see how it will be before the big bang as we escalate into fat flatulent globs and awfully slow, bulky, bouncing blimps.