Politics For The Impolite Poem by John W. McEwers

You can take your talk of taxes and infrastructure and shove them where the sun don't shine.
Build a new bridge from Workingtown to Businesston if it makes your people sleep at night but it won't do nothing for me.
Oh great, you support the working man.
And the wealthy man.
And the healthy man.
That's so nice, but what do you have for me?

Tax cuts, tax cuts tax cuts!
Might as well be cute cats cute cats cute cats!
I will pay my taxes on friday if you will say an honest word.
Or if you'll fall on your sword.
Give up the names of your donors!
Give up the names of your owners!
I'll be napping in the corner of the street.
Sauced from seeing you on TV.


Wake me when you issue a press release stating you've built a bridge to a cute cat for me.