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Swampyville's - Pop! Goes the People!

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Pop! Goes the People! By L. Don Oliver

All around the Tax Tree, Politicians propagandize the ___; Politicians get all that they con for, "Pop" goes the __;

Matters not who's elected, The politicians will always be _, When there comes a glimmer of hope, "Pop" goes the _;

Close down all the shops, So none can be ___; Send them all overseas, "Pop" goes the __;

Popularizing the "Global" ones, The biased media isn't very _, All laws are being enacted so, "Pop" goes the __;

Sixteen trillion for the Big Boys, One trillion for the _; That's where your money goes, "Pop" goes the __;

All around Ole' Washington Town, The Status Quo's in a ___; The Establishment continues to prance, "Pop" goes the ___;

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Reeling in the Fish! By L. Don Oliver

Upon the day of his coronation, The new King surveyed his Treasury room; Opening his locked boxes of treasures, He came away with great impending doom;

He wanted a new "Air Force One", There was nothing that he could do; For when he opened the locked boxes, All he found were stacks of I.O.U.s;

His Executor of the Treasury said, Not to worry his troubled heart; For the fools and their money, Soon they will be rendered apart;

In this land of "THREE" classes, Of one we can ignore; They have nothing to tax, So we will forget about the poor;

A tax decree went forward, To the wealthy it was faxed; Alas, they had so many loop holes, That they could not be taxed;

Another tax decree went forward, This time to the Middle sway; Alas, there was no Middle Class, They had all been taxed away;

The Executor of the Treasury said, Worry not, we will get another stash; With just one little computer stroke, They created more spending cash;

With nothing left in the Treasury, Nothing to build their "Golden" chest; They borrowed what they needed, Forcing the people to pay the interest;

Sire!, don't worry about today, Or even if tomorrow will dawn, For when it comes retribution day, You and I will be rich and gone;

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