A Bill Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

Notes repeat an annotation, empowered by votes clearly thought of in our nation; conveys pre-preparation terms for this planned role: believed to be perfect, approved by Congress defining a legal law.

Designers formed a special fact, creating this rare, unique paper; on it is written beliefs in God we must trust: disclose one taxable bust, signing the bill, calling it a dollar.

Folks make buys, pay, use various dollars in sips; get joy or opposition to your life, served pits, or gift: inform, they're so alive, soldiers, spoken words out, still lips, through a bill.

People that are elected to seats are picked by us to do service; among them are wolves with plots that betray our trust: portrayed features, their feats do harm, add-ons, system defeats, setting limits on families.

Law, through workers' jobs served, collects taxes which are restrictions, in a dark ink, handwritten principles, accepting, care for our bodies that stink: wink of eyes held majority, confirming a yes, activating a bill.

Thieves cleverly obtain riches, tax the ordinary citizen; trade stolen notes, totes are promoted through votes; they give hopes that multiply them with more bills, personal bank accounts.

Each bill, as a string of spiders wove, captures not just our voters' pockets, only: swing by actions signing papers, bringing lots of loot to scum, no chancery risk, a free ride, total comfort.

These factual truths, be as you will, cast by your wanted pick selected; intent that factors thrill, supposed to aid lives wonders, that act of by any ruling, by law: due promptly, serve to you, each month, a bill.