A Short Song from Scribe

Apologies to Mr. Dylan. But could Scribe be… Bob-ing… for laughs here?

Come gather round teabaggers
Throughout the land
Do criticize
What you won’t understand
Screw your children’s future
Make them pay is the plan
Tax cuts for the rich are rapidly fading
So get out your tongues
Don’t lend Uncle Sam a hand

For the balls
They are descending

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