A Bill Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

Annotation, did factors of our nation, actions done in the halls of Congress, as a tool to rule, it is likened to a voice spoken; put into this system: pre-preparation to perform as an actual law.

People elected, granted a seat, constructs limitations on lives, plots to restrict our family living, get taxes from all workers; have wolves a feat: acts to beat a poor world.

Law factor all handwritten, set in ink, one pertained to health care, captures their nods for it to stink, wink of staring eyes, this approval; states yes: its say name bill.

This system was built, its will mixed, upgrading activities, it's a bust, proclaiming this rectangular form a dollar, printed on it is in God; state us to trust: it's a must.

All people at streets stores, to buy, used various dollars in sips, they're alive soldiers, who still lips say clear words, yields a life's gift, course many flips to live; said in a bill: set law.

Wealth, on the side, obtained by a tax order, based on the principles of the trade, selected notes, given totes by gains, votes that say choices; have acts of crime: this bill.

Each selected bill, twists a fine string as a spider, funds out of the pockets voters, by a signed paper; its robbers: swing to bring loot to do evil things.

This pick by your choice, it is a set fact, be as you will, ponders thrill, performance that aid you, written in a plan; served as a law: given you each month this bill.