Scum Buckets

Scum Buckets
(For a contest)

Can American’s be
As a whole, like a tree
With branches far and wide

That is constantly tapped
Collecting green sap
As in taxes from our thin hide

Out of hard working hands
All over our land
From Eugene to Nantucket

That fill’s Washington’s till
Where they convert it to swill
That’s poured into scum buckets

Where in essence, transpires
Is that cash vampires
Sponging conmen, that do suck it
	
Corruptly disperse
The blood from our purse
Into their sordid scum buckets

And so that scum goes
To places we appose
Were it spreads like a virus

But why should our pay
Be pissed away
To ruses undesirous

It’s time that they stop
Leeching every drop
Of our personal property

By declaring suck it
To their scum buckets
Which en masse we will empty

And without their scum
There will only be some
Left working in DC

And the rest will survive
Like all people alive
To benefit humanity
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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Wolf Avatar
November 2, 2023 at 6:52 PM
Those 'scum buckets' sure know how to 'bum suck-ets!'
Rolland Avatar
November 1, 2023 at 3:19 PM
a very clever penning, america has so much resources, i guess, it will adapt to the situation, i only hope, enjoyed my reading poet
Romios Avatar
November 1, 2023 at 2:55 PM
Good luck, David. Many of our cities, as you motive are crime riddled. And filled with people demanding free everything. But they hate the USA. Our gov, then gives our money to them, how quaint, the tax man cometh, we are the ones who voted fools in. Anyhow, a clever write, best wishes, Pangie
Fisher Avatar
November 2, 2023 at 4:45 PM
Thanks for the reply. I think this poem looks like the scum buckets are the people, but I meant it as politicians(bureaucracy) turns our hard earned money into a useless 'scum' in their greedy little hands. oh well
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