The America-Government Shuffle Poem by Bryan Taplits

Regulate till doomsday
Tax when in doubt
Repeal all current liberties
When the payers begin to pout.
Milk those serfs, those slavish cows,
Whose days once bright and sure,
And revamp our self-reliant creed
'Re-distribution'- the final lure.
Acknowledge those whose hands are out-
Hailing all their needs
but forget those who donate to them-
dis-remember all their deeds.
And if things don't work out as they should
Our soldiers should be sent,
To places with
far-off sign posts-
'Thank God, our Government! '
No longer should we work so hard
No longer our golden dome,
The country that was once our jewel
A grave-now-not our home.
Our compass drifts, our ship now lists
Our flag: No longer does she wave
The banner we once esteemed-
now signals night-not day.
And those who work achieving much
So others can play and lay
Hear:
'How selfish it is for you to climb
So pay and pay and pay! '
Pretty soon those once so vigorous
Are detailed as 'thieves with pelf'
And America once a Shining Star
Eventually is relegated-
to posterity's bottom shelf.