Nest of Skins
Those fools atop the hill are at it again.
Pissing away our money that we never really had.
Another trillion or two in debt.
To fund the illegal's welfare checks...
Another frivolous war fought by the poor...for rich men.
Another tax yoke upon my blue-collar neck...
Those inside trader-jesters atop the hill.
Lack any respect for America and her people.
To them, we're just an impish after thought.
An overtaxed, and underrepresented peasant.
Those fools atop the hill
(whom some vote for over and over again)
have stopped working for us.
Coddler of criminals while raping the good citizens.
They only look after themselves.
Building their wicked nests from the skin and blood
of our fathomless in "God we trust".
Term limits would be helpful (somewhat).
To scrape the barnacles of complacency and corruption
from our hull of holes and rust.
God help us all.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2023
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