Federal Workers In Dire Straits
Federal Workers in Dire Straits
By Elton Camp
After days without getting pay
Some seek to find another way
Park ranger: “For a tank of gas,
Along this trail you may pass.”
Said a guard at the National Zoo:
“For a meal, I’ll show it to you.”
“I’ll slyly process your passport
If my family you help support.”
“A gun permit I’ll secretly issue
If my automobile repair you’ll do.”
A NSA worker didn’t think it rude:
“Will listen to your calls for food.”
Resorting to barter becomes the game
As all decide who they should blame
But the IRS is right there to get tax
For sending it in, don’t dare be lax
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
