Slouching Towards Wiemar Poem by John F. McCullagh

Your impulses are generous, kind and pure-
But impose costs on us we cannot endure.
One point three trillion spent each year, tis said,
to keep our current poor in their own beds.
Americans face debt related worries
While social engineers break out new Mores.
Recent Grads despair of their careers
and student loans are going in arrears.
Priests, Teachers and the Boy Scouts, rank and file,
Apparently are staffed with pedophiles.
Socialism's great and life is sunny-
until you run out of other people's money.