If you had trillions of tax dollars. it was your job to spend.
Would you keep some for yourself, for family and friends.
Would you feel all powerful, like the king of the world.
 Wear matched revolvers, whose handles were pearled.
Would you spend billions buying votes with bribes.
Would you cook the books making sure everything jibes.
Would you think, a few paltry billion, no one would know.
Imagine the size of the parties you'd be able to throw.
You could have your own private army, armed to the teeth.
The biggest diamond in the world you could hide beneath.
You could buy peoples loyalty, or buy peoples souls.
There would be no such thing as insurmountable goals.
You could buy your own networks to spin things your way.
You could disappear anyone if you don't like what they say.
You could buy the whole world and everything in it.
You could create your own world, establish your tenets.
Be all that as it may, those trillions really aren't your's.
Get your hands out of the till and send back the whores.
U.S. Treasury agents are keeping a close watch on you.
You're only America's steward till your term is through.
You think, oh well, it was a great dream while it lasted.
Tomorrow it's back to the grind, work your way past it.
D.L. Crockett -- 5/20 23