\>I was only 18 years old

\>I loved economics so much, I had all the notes and past papers

\>I study economics every night before bed, thanking it for the socially efficient economic equilibria I’ve been given

\>”Economics is love” I say; “Economics is life”

\>My dad hears me and calls me a filthy capitalist

\>I know he was just jealous of my more evidence-based policy

\>I called him a populist

\>He slaps me and sends me to go to sleep

\>I’m crying now, and my face hurts

\>I lay in bed and it’s really cold

\>Suddenly, a warmth is moving towards me

\>It’s the Free Market

\>I am so happy

\>He whispers into my ear “This is the most efficient allocation of society’s scarce resources.”

\>He grabs me with his Invisible Hand

\>I’m ready

\>I remove all trade restriction and tariffs

\>He penetrates my domestic market

\>It hurts local firms so much but I do it for the Free Market

\>I can feel my import expenditure increasing as my balance of payment worsens

\>I let the expansionary monetary policy kick in

\>I want his comparative advantage

\>He roars in a mighty roar as he dumps cheap imports all over my domestic market

\>My dad walks in

\>The Free Market looks him straight in the eyes and says “It’s all capitalism now.”

\>The Free Market leaves through my window

\>Economics is love. Economics is life.