....And.....so will the Flag
Of Old Glory long wave...
Over "Tax Reform"...now the grave
...Of a populace enslaved
Differential/consequential
...Two words the "turds"
Congress conferred
On we the people....
America's....hapless herd
...A political....brainstorm
That "criminal" new norm...
Skulduggery contrived
....As...."Tax Reform"
"Trillionaires" in the making
.....Pocketing...the loot
Democrats and Republicans
....All....in cahoots
Tax Reform now the grave...
Wall Street long-craved
....Carved epitaphs explicitly
Of posterity.......enslaved
.....Awakening to reality
'Tis obnoxiously absurd
Collectively we're viewed
...As such...In so many words
For "Legislation" returns us
...To centuries of yore
Only Negroes then Slaves
....But now we "all" share the gore
Masses having neglected to vote
....Burdens forever we'll tote
A future thus waived
...Our populace enslaved
"Tax Reform"....resultant "Master" of note
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