Inflation!
The way money flies!
The way it proudly plies!
Now you see it, then you don't.
Try to tame it and it won't.
Economists call this inflation.
I don't care.
It's a financial deflation that people fear.
It's like a ghostly curse
On everyone's purse.
Money has grown wings,
Becoming haughty things
Like stars out of reach.
You must strain to be rich.
As for me, I laugh at them.
Like insects at my garment's hem
They are still within my sphere.
Wherever they flee, I'm there.
When they get tired of flight
I'll pull them like a kite
Because economics is not absolute
To a mind that is resolute.
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