True Economics

Economics will innately horde the conscience of us all. Does a statistician serf not to fall? Gauging the dawn they plod. Searching for that convivial moment within the sod. Gleefully giving homage to that eternal overcast. Those compulsive appetites, will not allow the indigestion to pass. A paradox does exist for the savant during these somber times. Crowned with apathy they do vista us being waned. Who is arid when the apex bends, or the deftest, for us to send? This is not an infinite condition to deride. Find that demagogue to gild the veil that hides. Who is endowed to bring about a boon? Must we be cynical, with sycophant tunes? Who can obliterate the self consciousness of this business? Will we be waxed, as if hereditary? The truth is troublesome, and few are merry.