Four digit income

Five digit tax

I haven’t yet decided

Which politician gets the ax

Not speaking metaphorically

Not speaking of election

I’m thinking sharpened stainless blade

Upon my paycheck stub inspection

To fatten up the bloated system

I get less while paying more

While fat cats fly their private jets

To bribe the governmental whores

The economics don’t trickle up

Nor do they trickle down

They gush straight to the pockets

Of every politician clown

And as long as we let them do it

We deserve just what they sell

When you’re farming in a cesspool

Your produce tends to smell

So send them cards and letters

To the leaders of your choice

Let them know you are dissatisfied

In your most annoying voice

This national theft is over

Let them know just what you mean

That shiny sharpened stainless blade

Works great in a guillotine

Copyright 2009  Patrick A. Granfors