I didn’t take economics
It didn’t seem like fun
I don’t think I could even pass
Statistics 101
I didn’t talk “supply side”
With my father or my mother
(Whatever side that she was on
He was on the other)
My bank account called “Checking”
Got deposits to begin it
I figure if some checks are left
There must be money in it
Monetary theory
I know some folks who love it
But all I know about hard cash
Is I ain’t got much of it
Not to worry Little Joe
Continue living large
Elites from all the Ivy Leagues
Are comfortably in charge
But we’ve got debts and deficits
(Says one man who’s reviled)
A pile of IOU s
That all those geniuses compiled
We’ve left it to those other guys
To fiddle and discuss
They’ve made a ruddy mess of it
So now it’s up to us
I’m told there may be pain
Although they aren’t certain how
To their dire warnings, I’d say,
“What do we have now?’
I know some friends and followers
Will clearly disagree
But I, for one, will hunker down
And calmly wait and see.
