A Bill Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

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

Designers formed this special fact, revealing a rare, unique paper; written on it our beliefs in God we must trust, with its tax to bust 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 cleverly obtain riches by taxing innocent ordinary citizens; trading totes stolen notes, money promoted through votes; 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 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.