Come one, come all; your future fate is at hand.

USA tax day tea party; all across this wonderful land.

Politicians spend your money and more, every single day.

Their pork thing is important; it keeps them rolling in hay.

They drive in limos and wear bling; take kickbacks and live high.

They never have to ride in a bus; or see their savings go bye bye.

So come out and protest, one time to remind them of our clout.

They work for us, but they forgot; its time to march and shout.

Wave a sign, be there today, chant some words; its important can't you see?

Put the politicians out to pasture; throw the tea in the bay.

Get off that couch; don't stick you head in the sand.

Take back your country, its your right; make a stand for our American land.

I have my full poem posted at

https://publish.associatedcontent.com/cms_previ…

However I think people would be less upset with paying taxes if we did not see so much waste mucking up the good.

On behalf of all those old geezers (all of them someone's father or mother, or grandparent) who would now be dead geezers, or very sick geezers, if we were not “civilized”.

Of course, this doesn't apply to those fortunate enough to being able to take care of their parents' golden–and ailing–years without any government assistance.