Saturday, December 22, 2012

A Christmas Poem

Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the land,
Not a regulator was sleeping
They were readying their rules, with pen in hand.

With ink still wet
And time slipping by,
They crafted their plans
And laws born on high.

Three letter agencies
A dime a dozen,
Determined to remain relevant
Pumped out rules for every citizen.

Proclamations they read
And shouted with glee,
And filed in their federal registers
For everyone to see.

Thou shalln’t do this
And thou shalln’t do that,
Heed our commandants
And obey our diktats!

Every man woman and child
No escape waits for thee,
The sprawling federal bureaucracy
Covers all who live and breathe.

Drowning in paperwork
And living in fear,
The businessman’s pleas for waivers
Fall on deaf ears.

Please, no more rules
And no more laws,
Enough is enough
Is what I told Santa Claus.

Merry Christmas to All
And Happy New Year,
I’m off to Thailand
See you next year.

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