A Christmas Poem
The polls were in, the people spoke
One pure patriotic expression.
“A tax on any is an offense to all.”
We must end this Tyrannic Repression.
Tax Relief for the Best Americans
Will end this Great Recession.
“The Time Has Come,” the Boehner said
“To talk of many things,
Of whom we'll cut and whom we'll slash,
How much for old gold rings?
When will manufacturing come springing back
And whether pigs have wings.”
After some hard time they came to a rock
For a sit-down Adult Conversation.
The voters were hopeful, awaiting their cuts
In forced health and gummit education.
Hoping the de-funding and repealing work
Won't slow down investigations.
The Boehner cried heroically
For the dearth of the American dream.
Then cut human and community development frauds
Making America lean and mean
Except for essential National Defense
And their cool futuristic machines.
“You lied to us,” the Voters whined,
But the Rove and the Barbour, they chuckles.
“Get back to work, you lazy slobs,”
As they swill on fat cash and pig knuckles.
We'll all get a lesson in what tighten up means
In American flag belt buckles.
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