4:30am in 4
that is but the
preferred time for suicide, no?
Driven by the want to succeed,
by people who were long gone,
Phillips, Keynes, Ricardo, Fisher,
jargon, all the jargon out to kill
the poor weak at mind.
The brain the consistency of
rubber?
Water, more so.
Swimming in my head
Solow, Tobin, Hayek, Friedman.
Ah, the throbbing pain.
Enough to fell a student,
so pathetic in focus,
so distracted in life.
Curves that produced innumerable conclusions
theories out to prove and disprove.
Where a left would also mean growth,
but a right would not be all good.
4:30am in 4
In academic death throes,
how my head cried.
Author notes
Midst of studying for year-ends.
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