'watch the bills go up'
Let's write-off the Tax Collector,
that predatory fellow
Whose appetite for your savings
is as boundless as his bellow,
And who, when told
the Government is "cutting" costs,
responds with cheerful yup
— For every time they cut a dollar,
the total on the bill goes up.
Let's lampoon the hypochondriac
who greets each Tuesday
with a brand‑new chronic Affliction,
announced with a flourish that's theatrically histrionic,
While sipping kale smoothies and proclaiming,
with a fervour positively Shakespearean‑and‑tonic,
That his light head‑cold is not a cold at all
but something thoroughly, catastrophically bubonic.
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