A Drop in the Bucket


A trillion dollars is only one thousand billion.
One tenth of one percent of a measley quadrillion.
Might as well call one grain of sand one U.S. dollar.
With trucks full of sand, we'd be living in squalor.
What's the use of tons of money, if you can't lug it around.
As useless as a cacophony if you can't hear a sound.
Theres no inflation they say, the economy's growing.
It's all hot air up our a*s that our government's blowing.
They tell lies with big smiles, thinking they're charmers.
 Cannabalizing America, like twistedJeffrey Dahmers.
With their minds in the gutter, scruples long gone.
With their heads up their backsides, how they carry on.
Folks don't have more money, unless you count debt.
Surely it fits into their equations, that's a sure bet.
Democrats can't save us, they can't clean their own house.
They're too busy looking for a new genderless spouse.
Billions of tax dollars are senselessly frittered away.
In pursuit of unneeded New World Orders, and moral decay.
The Treasury will be emptied like our strategic oil reseves.
These leftists are enemy posers, with way too much nerve.
A quadrillion is just a quadrillion, a drop in the old bucket.
Every grain of sand on every beach from Florida to Nantucket.
Things in the dollar store now cost at least two dollars or more.
Hunter Biben pays 2 bags of crack for a dried up crack whore.
 Life in the year of 2023, illegal aliens treated better than me.
America where you can't afford a puppie even if it's free.
A budget amounting to trillions, wheres my piece of the pie.
I'm robbed of pennies, I'm not happy, the fools can't see why.
D.L. Crockett -- 9/9/2023