S. O. L.
Si y no?
It’s quite a bet. I inherited it.
Borrow trillions to save a house of cards built on borrowed trillions.
Mirrors lined up in perfect symmetry to create the appearance of appearance.
Bloated whales on the beach. Self destruction. Free lunch. 2 for 1’s.
Cure cancer. Why not? Cure greed? Tomorrow, tomorrow…..
Raise taxes. Spend more. Borrow. Fiscal restraint. Tomorrow, tomorrow…
Head of IRS. Pay taxes? Won’t look you in the eye. Sneaky little guy.
Rich man gonna pay. I’m movin’ on up. Get me a piece of the pie. Vote for me.
Cure cancer. Gonna get your guns. Secure the homeland. Fix the schools.
Fix health care. You’re living too long. Fix your knees/hips/droopy eyes.
Fix. Fix. Fix. The fix is in. Chicago politics. Where’s mine? Gimmee.
Trade you a missile shield for some plutonium. Such a deal. Up yours.
What, me worry? Early bird specials. Rich man gonna pay.
Lose weight fast. Grows hair. Cures ingrown toenails.
Make a deal. Such a deal. Deal or no deal.
It’s March Madness folks.
S. O. L. Baby.
1 comment:
Talley ho. Correctly so. But, where do we go? Lay it on me, Baby
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