On the18th of April in ‘75
Hardly a tax was then alive.
A tiny
British tax on tea
And Patriots
made the British flee.
Today
Americans meekly send,
Tax money for
the rich to spend.
Loopholes
and subsidies do the job,
The rich need not the people rob.
Your money does much honest work,
It pays for bombs and missiles, jerk.
Destroying Gaza is a worthy job,
And turning fishermen into blobs.
What about health care? you might ask.
Take a swig from yon whisky flask.
Health care's not for the likes of you,
For Congress yes, for sure that's true.
You have "insurance" for a bigly fee,
Congress get their health care free.
Education? That's for nerds,
MAGAts have no need for words.
Alas! Do not in misery wallow,
Bread and football you may swallow.
Let’s drink
a toast to celebrate,
Though Miller and Bud is all we rate.
Champagne
and yachts belong to others,
Even though
we all are brothers.
Someday their
dough will trickle down,
And we can
all then go to town.
With abject apologies to Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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