Flip A Trillion
The U.S. Treasury can mint
A coin made of some platinum,
Take it to the Fed and present
It for a trillion dollars - dumb!
Not in the Oz land of D.C.
Where politicians play the game
With any new toy that there be
To buy more time and have no shame.
Santa Claus should be on the head,
But a blank nothing on the tail.
When all these games are done and said,
We'll end in go out of biz sale.
We are the coins that D.C. toss.
Odds are we're landing for a loss.
Comments about this poem (Flip A Trillion by Ima Ryma )
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