A Bill Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

Notes disclosing said annotation, for this planned role conveying pre-preparation; empowered by voters in our nation, gambling on odds is perfect: actions then approved by Congress, creating a legal law.

Designers formed this special fact, revealing a very rare, unique paper; written on it our beliefs in God we must trust, with its tax cuts aimed at the common people sent bust: 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: informing soldiers so alive, spoken words out, still lips, through a bill.

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

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

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

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

Factual truths, be as you will, select this wanted pick; 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.