John F. McCullagh (09/28/1954 / Flushing)
At the present we've a POTUS
so generous and kind,
He'll 'share' whatever I have
with his voters of like mind.
So it strikes me as peculiar
that wealth disparity still grows.
That the fabled one percent
keep looking at us down their nose.
The Banksters stole our Billions
yet not one spent time in jail.
Do you think they told the President-
'The check is in the mail'?
Those high hogs keep getting fatter-
the buffet has them in thrall.
Just like hogs they'll be surprised
when the slaughter starts this Fall.
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