Poet Economist

Poets love economics
Like dogs love firetrucks
There's howling to do
When these beasts
Interrupt a quiet day

Utility is a pole
None can exactly pull down
But it can be supported
Or denied 
The right to string a line

Supper demand
Is no curve
It's flat and cruel and now
What does it matter
To shine a beatlight
On that hunger
If a hand could feed not type

What is a role, anyway
A manufacturer
A habit
A repetition for someone else
And yet gifts
Do not assign power
From plant to substation
They rather endear responsibility 
And even language
Can feed that beast

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