She Gorges Every Day
Superfluous, abundant, saturated with fat,
Filled to the max on each floor,
She gorges herself with all that we earn,
Then, defiantly, still demands more,
More of ourselves, more of our life,
She demands we play by her rules,
Of intricate policies of bylaws and charters,
Funding police, health and schools,
And we continue to feed her, every day of the year,
Feed her till the first of July,
Whence she returns back to the people,
And pleads a year’s further supply,
She’s our government of people, for all of the people,
Bureaucratically she’s stratified,
To gorge on us to give all of us,
The chance to be satisfied.
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