The local polys are a sweatin

The local polys are a sweatin,
About the taxes they won't be gettin.

The only way to endure it seems,
Is to quit buying paper clips and reams.

No new computers, no new desk,
Not much to do but rest!

No let up in sight it does seem,
So what yesterday was the cost of cream?

All those hidden food and oil costs finally burst,
The ones the democrats which upon election were to be cursed.

But cover-up no longer could endure,
And so we are really screwed for sure.

The Shiites are back to killin the Sunnis,
We can't protect them from the boonies!

Fifty to a hundred every other day,
Blown to blithereens to my dismay!

Our own killed and wounded back to normal,
Even as we sit in the green zone formal.

I'm sending in my taxes-including the interest,
On the nine trillion we owe the Chinese dentists!

Can't create any more fake jobs it seems on a bet,
So maybe we need to make some where real work and products are an asset?