What will happen if off the cliff we go instead?
Obama was sure he set Boehner a trap
To force taxes higher, give rich folks a slap.
I sprang to the set to see what was the matter.
Wolf Blitzer was shouting, he had a news flash,
Was a formula found that would scare up fresh cash?
The gloom had sent stock markets gyrating so,
While the luster of gold lured all those in the know.
When, what on the six o'clock news should appear,
But a fat helicoptering cash bombardier.
It must be the man with the Keynesian shtick.
Like a fire hose shower, liquidity came,
As he whistled, and shouted, and passed out the blame.
On, Krugman! On, Goolsbee! It's cash we'll be mixing!
We must make sure aggregate demand won't fall!
Now spend away! Spend away! Spend away all!"
I will make the debt grow 'til it reaches the sky.
If this starts to give you stimulus déjà vu,
Just you wait ‘til you see infinite QE2.
Go ahead and let spending go right through the roof!
By this point my head was fast spinning around,
When fat Ben Bernanke came up with a bound.
That must have stuck to him, their value kaput.
A bundle of cash he had flung on his back,
Like every historic inflationist hack.
Pretending to be a prudent actuary.
"I know what I'm doing!" his words much did flow.
"My magic will make unemployment go low."
Yet the smoke he was blowing gave me no relief.
He turned to make yet one more speech to the telly,
His statements as firm as a bowlful of jelly!
He unleashed one more fiat currency missile.
And as he took off, all heard just what he said,
"In the long run remember that we are all dead."
Meanwhile physicians in fear and in dread said,
What if the SGR goes live and is not repaired.
What is from the sequester we are not spared.
When on TV from Hawai, there arose such a clatter,
Said, It’s all the GOP’s fault, Medicare they would slash.
When what on CNN and other channels should appear,
But a big fat debt clock ticking away loud and clear.