Macro Trouble

I had a paper on Macroeconomics today which went so horribly wrong for me that I might get the privilege of giving it a second time in the next semester. I got so bored trying to cram up jargon into my saturated cranium that it shut down completely. Clear of any moronic distractions like studies, I thought of penning down a few lines in respect of my short but fatalistic tryst with studying this monstrosity of a subject. ( As I said before, it was a short thing after all. I quit out of sheer desperation. ) I dedicate the next few lines to Macroeconomics for being the incorrigible thing that you have always been, still are, and will always be to future generations of poor, hapless management students.

Macro Trouble

Inflation is spinning webs in my head,
Of sizes that can put a Black Widow to shame.
Policies and governmental spending seem inconsequential;
How does it matter to souls concerned most about a value,
That all important figure of 0.7,
Which when multiplied by that incredulous number called the Average,
Gives us merry folks Nirvana-
The Nirvana of a C.

Philips must have drawn it,
Seeing some of 'em curves around in his University.
As if that wasn't enough,
Stagflation was invented to confuse young minds even further.
ISLM, or IS and LM, or IS-LM,
They call it by diffent names,
But it's all the same-
A collection of criss-crossing, hastily scribbled lines.
I could've drawn them better,
Using the laws of symmetry and geometry,
Of which I was a champion,
Back in those halcyon schooldays of yore.