Oil Price Doctor's Chart
When your misery index graph
increases, yet again, by half,
and, at its point of inflection,
accelerates in the wrong direction,
and while you hope it will go down,
asking if this car's driven by a clown,
it's then, I hope you'll soon get well
before everything goes all to hell.
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