A Bill Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

This thought-filled annotation conveys pre-preparation by voters in our nation for a set role believing it's perfect: empowered acts then approved by Congress, creating a legal law.


Designers created this special fact, revealing a rare, unique paper; on it was written our precious belief that in this God we must trust, with its bust aimed tax at ordinary people: sign the bill, calling it a dollar.


Buyers making purchases, pay with dollars in sips, get downward dips or an uplifting gift; inform us soldiers so alive, pertaining to their behavior: speak words out, still lips, through a bill.


Folks we picked to do service, elected to seats; among those chosen bare plots that betray our trust, feats whose actions do a system harm: casting defeats, setting limits on families.


Law, served through jobs, which sets restrictions; accepted in black ink its handwritten principles, cares for our bodies that stink: seeing a wink by a holding majority, confirming a yes, activating a bill.


Thieves obtain riches by trading stolen notes, cleverly taxing ordinary citizens with hopes of multiplying funds into personal bank accounts: gain totes through votes, supplying bills.


Each bill trap is like a woven spider's string, swinging money out of our pockets; by signing foul papers, legal acts; bringing loot to scum, no chancery risk, a free ride, total comfort.


Factual truths, supposed to aid life wonders, this selected pick wanted: be as you will, intent that thrill, that done act of by any legislation, by law: due promptly, serve to you, each month, a bill.