Invitation from an American Vet
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Laid off last week,
not a dime to spare.
I open the mail.
It just ain't fair.
Amid the bills piled
I throw a demand.
Ole Sam's in trouble
and wants a hand.
Seems the deficit
on the hill is growing.
And now congress's
salary is owing.
But the White House
checking account is bust.
Just like mine, contains
only wishes and rust.
But, from nothing
with my little pail
they want me to bend,
scoop, and begin to bail.
Bucket by buck,
I'm to bail them all out.
Filling their pockets,
for another bout.
With no way to comply,
not a dollar to my name.
I sat and wrote a letter
to tell them of my shame.
I love my country.
American born, I 'm a vet.
But, that sacrifice don't
payoff the national debt.
I thought I'd have a little
from benefits to get by
But they were reduced
or just a recruitment lie.
So I stand on the corner
with my robotic leg
holding a cardboard sign
to wave at cars and beg.
The spot here next to me
is vacant I'm happy to say.
Uncle Sam's welcome
to come with me every day.
© 2016 Tamera Dobbins