Spentagon

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And so the weapons of war are bought and sold,
Like new oil lamps for old, or so we are told...
Loopholes for corporate cheaters, no taxes for temples and churches.
Big breaks for the rich leaders, even though the economy lurches.

A gallon of gas flies past five-fifty! Damn, I'm so coupon thrifty.
You can find me at the dollar store, buying assorted sundries, cheap allure.
Cutting corners scraping by, all those years I used to cry. But no more.
The people need to forsake the greed and return the deed to our country!

Johnathon Gallagher August 2, 2011

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