Timothy Branch (Petersburg, Virginia)
A bill can’t kill you.
Why the panic when you receive a bill?
You created it, pay is due is what the bill says.
Don’t act like you don’t know me now.
How did I come about? Now you ask how?
I was busy working halls, blackberry chats, and other soirees to get your attention.
You created this bill. Down the hall, off the wall, off the hill, now sign this bill.
Pay up now, sign it now, do whatever to settle this debt.
I guess you have not learned yet. My interest is special and concern for the common good of men having such is a sin.
Pen stroke this note to legitimize my agenda.
Who cares if you lose credibility among the people?
Can’t get it through?
Executive orders or whatever magic you must do, don’t come short of paying me my due.
You know what to do.
Pay your bill.
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