The Economy

The Economy

or 

homo economicus

Don't trust the homo economicus:
He is talking right out of his anus.
He makes me (& should make you) most anxious.

Don't trust the homo economicus:
His bloodymindedness is boisterous.
His brain is tiny, his ego bulbous.

Don't trust the homo economicus:
His wallet's elephantine - cumbrous.
The world's a stage. The world is his circus.

He is a fleur de mal. He's a crocus.

Hustings infiltrating every campus.
I would advise students to be cautious.
To reject his advances in chorus.
Refuse to give consent to coitus
(political or otherwise) conscious
of what's at stake. Emmigrate to Cyprus.
He is as trustworthy as a cactus.
He is as bitter as grapefruit. Citrus.
He wants to add your corpse to his corpus.
(He'll try, & all, however much you cuss.)
Would that he were careless as he's callous.

Don't trust the homo economicus:
He is as deadly as James Bond's discus.
He is an idiot - but he's dextrous.

Don't trust the homo economicus:
His finking's fucked, is brain is - fibrous.
He doesn't lack - but has too much - focus.
It were more fit to trust Doctor Faustus.
His heart ain't made of gold. It's more ... ferrous.
He wants to "get on", wants to"be famous".
But his brain's little more than a foetus
In a skull womb.
Trust Terence McKenna. & trust fungus.

Don't trust the homo economicus:
His gaze is empty, his speech gaseous.
What planet's he from? What is his genus?
The absurdity of it's just gorgeous.
His head is grimy. His head is gibbous.
He isn't great & he isn't gracious.
He isn't great. What he is is grievous. 

Don't trust the homo economicus:
Don't trust him, don't trust his hokey hocus.

Don't trust the homo economicus.
You're drowning, he's home dry on his isthmus.

Don't trust the homo economicus:
He is the ConDem. His is the Janus.
Down with the loan sharks, says I, says Jesus.
Imagine saying that out loud. Joyous.

Don't trust the homo economicus:
He is (most appositely) larcenous. 
Sharp-toothed as a wolf at a door. Lupus.
He is a ghostly bloodstain. The litmus.
His downfall will be lightning-fast, luscious.
Bear in mind he's infected. He's leprous.
The world beyond his barricade's lustrous.
Or his deep, dark & numbery locus. 

Don't trust the homo economicus:
If you are the plus, he is the minus.
May I suggest you get all mutinous?

Don't trust him, because the man is monstrous.

 He's a man. Just a man. He's no magus.
 He spews. He spews venom. He spews mucous.
Know that he will mince you in his modus.

Don't trust the homo economicus:
He's nonplussed & nonplussing. He's Nonplus.
He is noisome & he is noxious.
He makes me (& should make you too) nauseous. 
He makes me (& should make you) quite nervous.

Don't trust the homo economicus:
Your life. You or him - wherein the onus? 
Be the death march truncating his opus. 

Don't trust the homo economicus:
I know, I know, I know - he is parlous.
He is the minus & you are the plus.
Don't trust him, don't trust his hokey pocus.
He is a onemanband - let him percuss.
He'll deafen you. He will make you pious
re thing wrong things. & he is full of pus.
He'll take the solar out of your plexus.
He takes the pomp out of being pompous.
He is a - um, um, um - he's a ... phallus.
He is the minus & you are the plus.
He is chock full of holes. He is porous.
He is like gollum. He's like "my preciousssss".

Don't trust the homo economicus:
He rants more than I do. He is raucous.
He is raucous. He thinks he is righteous.
May I suggest an imminent rumpus? 
He is out of shape. He is a rhombus.
Let's put him out of joint. Have a ruckus.
His soul is dead, his - smile is rictus.

Don't trust the homo economicus:
He gets right up my nose, blocks my sinus.
(& is invertebrate & unspinous.)
Take up your pen! your pencil! your stylus!
Serenade him - your sarcasm sumptious.
So sumptuous that you produce a surplus.
His arguments are stonkingly specious.
So as its empty, his skull is spacious.
He is very sure of his own status.
I'm not. 

Don't trust the homo economicus:
Trenchant & terrible as The Typhus.

Don't trust the homo economicus:
He is from Mars. He isn't from Venus.

Don't trust the homo economicus:
If he's Good News then "I am the walrus". 

Don't trust the homo economicus:
Thank Christ he's too stupid to be zealous.