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The Tea Party Expressed – 9/12/09
By Dave McIntyre © 2009
1773
The king was in his counting house, counting out the money
His staff was sitting on their butts, drinking port and rummy,
The Queen was plotting spending with other people’s money,
The Parliament was fast asleep, hands folded on their tummy.
Across the sea Americans worked hard to make a life,
Each married woman had a husband, each married man a wife,
They worked, they saved, respected God, and made their kids a home,
And wanted from their government, just to be left alone.
“But it’s not enough,” the king did cry, “I have more stuff to buy!”
He looked around for things to tax, America caught his eye.
“They are not paying their fair share! Which is everything they’ve got.
More government is what we need, to pay for what I’ve bought.”
“I’ll tax their work. I’ll tax their play. Their income comes to me!
I’ll tax their life. I’ll tax their death. I’ll even tax their tea!”
These rebels thought what was theirs was theirs. They thought they owned their gold.
But the King knew best, he’s have his way! They’d do what they were told!
But the people stood on their hind legs, Cast the tea into the sea.
And shouted “Can you hear us now?” The rest is history.
236 years later . . .
. . . Obama’s in the People’s House, handing out the money.
His staff is with the lobbyists, their cigarettes smell funny.
Queen Nancy’s scolding all of us, as if she were our mummy.
The press is in Obama’s pocket, kissing on his bummy.
At home the average Joes and Janes try hard to make ends meet,
They pay their bills, obey the laws, stand on their own two feet;
They support the troops, salute the flag, pray God their souls to keep.
And when America is threatened, they can generate some heat.
“I’ll bring you change,” the President said, “I’ll keep us free and strong.”
But then he started doing things that the people thought were wrong.
He used the TARP to dole out cash, to the Constitution he took axes,
And over all he appointed folks who don’t even pay their taxes.
He seized car companies and closed car dealers down the line,
But curiously his union pals – they seemed to do just fine.
He racked up debts and placed big bets, spending without end.
With king and thug he bowed and hugged, said “Forgive us, we have sinned!”
He selected czars to rule the land, skipping checks by the FBI,
Crooks, Commies and nut jobs took their seats, while the press turned a blind eye.
Oh they had plans as they looked ahead, to control American life,
Our daughters and sons, and God and guns, and the definition of man and wife.
But the health care scam was the most revealing of all – it promised us all apple pie.
It would serve more people, it would cost less dough, it would work when pigs could fly.
Yes, ninety percent would get worse care, but Acorn would get by,
If the young would just pay a fine for their health, and old folks would just up and die.
At this the American people asked from their elected reps to be heard.
But the Dems in particular laughed it off, and flipped a collective bird.
And the President made it abundantly clear, “Heed their cries I won’t –
As I take from those who work and save and give to those who don’t!”
“Yes, I’ll bring you change!,” Obama cried, “This won’t take very long.”
“And when I am done the Red Chinese can buy us for a song!”
But the people stood up on their hind legs, the “Tea Parties” came to be.
From the Joes and Janes a roar went up from sea to shining sea.
“Enough!” they said, “of your circus and bread, of your promises you can’t keep!
Enough of your passing laws in the night, seizing power while we’re asleep!
Enough of your lies and your socialist ties, and your taking of what isn’t yours!
Enough of your leading the law of the land on a Magical Mystery Tour!”
“2010 is coming my friend, and 2012 behind that,
It’s the end of career politicians my friend, both the leftist and corporate fat cat.
We know what made America great, it wasn’t ‘redistribution of wealth,’
It was hard work, and prayer and helping a friend and responsibility for yourself.
It was teaching your kids to respect the law, because the law respects us,
When a citizen works for three-score years, we don’t throw him under the bus.
It was power at the bottom, not at the top, not big boys on Capitol Hill.
It was leaders that heed us, taxes that don’t bleed us, not sticking the kids with the bill.
This poem has no final verse, there is no end to this song,
‘Cause there is no end to self-government, no end to righting wrong.
If we want One Nation Under God, and life with tyranny gone,
Then there is no end to vigilance. The Tea Party must go on!
* Dave McIntyre gave us permission to use the poem. Please do not interpret this as an endorsement or support for any political party or campaign, it is for informational purposes only.
