A Bill Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

Notes discloses an annotation, empowered by voters in our nation, conveying pre-preparation for this planned role: gambling that it is perfect, approved by Congress, defining a legal law.

Designers formed this special fact, creating them a rare, unique paper, written on it our beliefs in God we must trust; with its bust tax cuts aimed at people, signing the bill, calling it a dollar.

Buyers make purchases, pay, use dollars in sips, get joy or opposition, serve down to pits, or uplifting tips: inform soldiers so alive, spoken words out, still lips, through a bill.

Folks elected to seats picked to do service; among them are wolves yielding plots that betray our trust: feats which action harm, system defeats, setting limits on families.

Law, through workers' jobs served, which set restrictions, signed off handwritten in black ink principles, accepts, care for our bodies that stink: wink seen of held majority, confirming a yes, activating a bill.

Thieves obtain riches cleverly by taxing innocent ordinary citizens; trading notes stolen money, totes promoted through votes; granting hopes that multiply them with more bills into personal bank accounts.

Each bill trap, like a spider's woven string, captures plenty of funds from everyone's pockets: by taking action swing, signing foul papers, bringing loot to scum, no chancery risk, a free ride, total comfort.

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