Oh, hear me now, dear friends, I pray
Of the economy's sway and play
Of gold, the measure of wealth's stead
And of oil's price that doth soar ahead
Gold, a marker of value in measure
Has risen near sixteen percent in treasure
In just two years of Biden's rule
The US dollar, thus, doth lose its cool
It falls sixteen percent in inflation's grip
A hidden tax, from every American's dip
From bank accounts, investments to holdings
Each one's value, in inflation, folding
The Dow may seem flat in form
But in reality, it is the norm
2023 dollars worth much less
Sixteen percent, to the dollar's distress
The S&P 500, too, bears the same fate
As does your home, in an inflationary state
Oil's price has doubled, near to eighty
From forty-eight, it's truly weighty
Thus, I suggest to you, dear kin
That gold's price is a lagging sin
Of inflation, while oil's prediction
Foretells where it's going, a clear conviction
But alas, the cost of labor may be cut
By AI, that helps business's strut
Thirty percent reduction, thus to thrive
But unemployment, then, shall arrive
A welfare state, worse than ever seen
A depression, where work's not so keen
The elites may deem them useless eaters
The unemployed, in the face of defeat's beaters
Thus, friends, take heed of what's to come
Of inflation, and AI's hum
Of where we're headed, in the times to be
And what's at stake, for you and me.