Treading water

I tread the slowly evaporating water,
Which concomitantly drains down the plughole.
Where the plughole leads, no-one is sure,
While clouds from the rising steam unfold
Into the vaguely blue, yet dullset skies,
As thoughts drift, and dissipate, like contrails.

Science can be trusted more than economics

The Economist,
Head in the mist,
Bereft of wits,
Get the gist?

A daft debate,
I read of late,
I can't relate,
To this pisstake.

Should we believe
In science?
We know you don't bereave
The climate.

Science is knowledge,
Based on proof.
Science isn't shoddy,
While your field is a spoof.

An economist
Knows nothing of economics,
You're a comic
If you think you're on it.

The global recession,
Predicted by no-one,
While scientists, already,
Have predicted an outcome.

Global warming,
Is not an empty warning,
It's truly appalling
That science gets this scalding.

The world gets hotter,
The economy looks a rotter.
Get your own facts straight
Before you pursue this laughable tirade.