grinning pumpkins,
witches and gargoyles
littered black and orange
leaving us in the red
left us to deal
with a fiscal year of trick or treat
the government budget
had been misspent
even tax collectors were striking
wizards full of spells
pulling the wool,
to fool the men on the hill
gave in to one and took from another
the hungry man can do without,
declaring this is the cure
harpies kept humming
how good it would be
to tighten our belt,
flying witches chanted,
halloween is here
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