
Only the Little People
Pay taxes
You know the Riff-Raff
Got a problem with that
Then I’ll lay off some more staff
Trickle-Down is what I named my yacht
My Golden Calf
Tax-free
Political favors craft
It carries me First-Class
On the waves of our economy
Only suckers
Cannot wiggle their way
Out of the Draft
After another
Material Blessing Day
Providence provides me
With the Last Laugh
As the underlings
Bicker and fight
Over fixing
The economic drive shaft
And to be awarded a raft
Of survival