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The guilt of taxes and printing money - doesn’t matter much - a poem. |
| Once inflation does exist, The Fed will raise the rates; Soon, before the lies desist; It’s how the bull elates. Incur the cost of scenic miles; Freedoms count for more; Desperate choosing, chasing smiles; Taxing wealth’s a chore. Awesome fixtures make the case For semi-bold reality. Were it not for such a base There’d be no such duality. |