The America-Government Shuffle - Poem by Bryan Taplits
Regulate till doomsday
Tax when in doubt
Repeal all current liberties
When the payers begin to shout.
Bilk those serfs, those taxable serfs,
Whose days once bright and sure
And unblinkingly- revamp our creed
From Montezuma’s Halls
Past Tripoli’s Shores
If things are slow, and times are lax
Creating politicos out of whack,
The citizenry must be appeased-
Ergo: Eliminate the payroll tax.
And if things don’t work out as they should
Our soldiers should be sent,
To places with
Thank God, our Government.
No longer must we work so hard
No longer our gold dome,
The country that was once our jewel
Our tomb-now-not our home.
Our compass lists, our ship adrift
No longer does she wave
Our banner once held high- now flags
The evening not the day.
And those who work achieving much
So others can just lay
“How selfish it is for you to want to
So pay and pay and pay.”
And pretty soon those once so strong
Are tagged as “thieves with pelf”
And America, our Shining Star-
-to bottom shelf.
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