By Eric Beasley, Poem by Laura Ewing
There once was a man with an itch
So he cruised the state’s capitol for a bitch
Fortunately, for him, he is rich
Unfortunately, his plan had a glitch
The police showed up at his door
Raging because he slept with a whore
Some pray his soul will be saved from this morality war
But the state will settle for 7.5% of her score
Taxation is theft
We here at A Miner Detail do not care about what a private citizen does in their own private lives.
The Government is here to help you. The government has ALWAYS been here to help you. Soylent green is not people. There are 5 lights. Darmok and Jalad at Tanagra, Shaka when the walls fell. The Capitol has the best interests of all the Districts in mind. None of these sentences are being said under violent threat. These are my sincere beliefs. – E.A.B.
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