Fifty years ago today;
We sold our children's future away.
We were told the economy was sour;
We need to go back to the days of Eisenhower.
Yes - someone spent trillions on war;
Meals on wheels or child care no more.
Forget that check from social security;
You will be working till your ninety three.
Serving happy meals to the new generation;
Spending 50 bucks for meds due to inflation.
Our friends in Washington had no choice today.
Either lift the debt ceiling or lose our triple A.
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