Nothing’s Too Clever

Keynes once joked of frequentist 

Statistics, In the long run,

We’re all dead. Now he and all

His generation are dead,

All long dead. The way things are

In the long view is witty,

Beautiful to contemplate,

But it isn’t comforting.

You try to get used to it,

When you’re not ignoring it,

Which just means you generate

A bit more wit and beauty

And a lot more discomfort,

Which doesn’t seem productive

In the long run, now, does it?

The short run is comforting,

Sometimes, a meal and a bed,

A soft bed, nothing clever.