The government cannot control spending, so neither can we - and we’re drained - a poem. |
The dust-ups arising from pick-ups, Tractors, horses, and cattle rustling; The greener pastures and vestiges Of medics and first responders; The philanthropic options Of Earth’s treasured and healthy efforts; And the excruciating messages aimed Toward criminals, the homeless, And the mentally ill - And that social media’s seeding Of deficient, dolorous doldrums Upon our youth, Which we blindly assume are A political expediency In this bloodied, beaten, And sorrowful nation. Defining what the government Should and should not reduce spending for Involve those ever-glowing, Gravitational quandaries, Social security, Medicare, and Medicaid; But what the Biden administration presupposes Is a soft recession, And how low unemployment figures Lend themselves politically To higher prices and increasing wages Which fall short of inflation - Raising interest rates is meant To slow and eventually halt economic growth; The consumer will no longer Have the power to choose Between spending and saving, And restoring their insufficient bases For retirement and possible reproaches From rainy days; Holding this federal spending in check Will encourage a citizens’ focus On monetary and fiscal responsibility; And bring inflation under control - And prevent a horrible and precipitous Stock market collapse… Because signaling uncontrolled spending Without coordinating traditional fueling options Will destroy capitalism in the long run, By incapacitating the furtherance Of military objectives And access to microchip production in-house, And solving the abuses of the immigration crisis, Which is an even bigger priority… |