Humorous poem about Romney’s plans for the nation.
Defense spending must go up.
Domestic spending must go down.
But jobs will be created
In some far oversea towns.
Regulations must be cut.
Corporations are crying the blues.
So you’ll have less clean air to breathe,
And a little acid rain on your shoes.
Taxes (Photo credit: Tax Credits)
Tax cuts must be made that will benefit the rich.
As for the rest of the non-wealthy,
You will receive an unpleasant gift,
The economy will grow and grow.
Trust me, I have a plan.
Just don’t ask me to release my taxes.
I’ve got a tax haven in Iran.
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