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It Came Upon a Fiscal Cliff

1. It came upon the fiscal cliff,
That glorious song of old,
From lobbyists bending near the earth
To touch their Rands of gold;
“Peace on the earth, good will to men
From K Street’s all-gracious 501C’s” –
The nation in solemn stillness lay
To watch the Charlie’s Angels sing.

2. Still through the boardrooms they come
With peaceful wallets unfurled,
And still their Nashville music floats
O’er all the weary world;
Above its sad and gun-shot plains
They bend on hovering Lears,
And ever o’er its Google-sounds
The blessed reality stars sing.

3. But with the woes of debt and credit
The world has suffered long;
Beneath the corporate-strain have rolled
Two Administrations of wrong;
And man, at war with man, hears not
The promise of moar guns which they bring; –
O hush the noise, ye men of strife,
And hear the Justin Bieber sing!

4. And ye, beneath BofA’s crushing load,
Whose tax forms are bending low,
Who toil along the climbing corporate ladders
With painful steps and slow,
Look now! for glad and golden globes
Come swiftly on the wing; –
Oh, rest beside the weary NASCAR track
And hear the Katy Perry sing!

5. For lo! the days are hastening on
By TV hucksters foretold,
When, with the ever circling years
Shall come the age of GOLD!!;
When GUNS!! shall over all the earth,
Its ancient splendors fling,
And the whole world give back the song,
Which now the warmongers sing.