Credit.
Loans.
Mortgaged homes.
And taxed for that,
Which one already claims to own.
Even in the state,
Of denial and depreciating values.
Over and over and over again,
Something is needed to fix.
With less money to get to pay for it.
As the infrastructure crumbles.
While corruption by thieves increases,
The threat of an economic death.
Created by wars and heroic false stances.
Allowing...
Those who grow poorer to suffer,
A lowered tolerated quality of life.
At the expense leaving few remembering,
What it was like to laugh.
Since being tricked into depths of debt,
For the many experiencing this not to end.
Ain't humorous or funny to know,
Those who should be held accountable...
Dare to declare,
We the people...
Should 'Get Over It! '
Get over it? ? ?
Get over their blatant up in the face,
And publicly announced...
Treasonous misdeeds to DEFEND!
'GET...
OVER IT? '
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