economics
the economics lesson is a strange creature. it inhabits the backs of cupboards an underneath the stairs, kind of like the bogey monster except not as perceptive. it creeps up on u when u are the most unsuspecting and vomits its supply and demand fury all over your face. aaargghh the curves arrghhh the numbers aarrgghhh the macrosoty anf the microsity aarrgghh the little african children you scream as it smothers you with is vile putrid smelling theories that make no sense. plus when it speaks it has a south african twang in its voice reminiscent of tht teacher who looks like a spik (rascist for a spanish person) ooo good word anyways when the economics lesson end you are left feeling violated in the worst way, almost like being raped, just softer, maybe more like consentual rape with a goat or maybe like being fucked by a giant marshmellow. anyways this creature is rearing its ugly head as we speak, OOOHH the pain OOHH the humiliation oooohhh the harard domar model of the poverty cyc……
