Save Social Security!

If you're sixty-five
And, god forbid,
You're still alive,
From Uncle Bush
You'll get an invitation,
The Cyanide Clinic
Will be your destination,
Here is the deal,
You'll get a fine meal,
Swallow a pill,
Feel a slight chill,
Uncle Sam taxes your will,
Include a cyanide services bill,
You'll go into peaceful obscurity
And saved will be Social Security.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz