Gimme Gimme Gimme...

Gimme gimme, gimme gimme, gimme gimme, gimme…

Let no man stand between me and my stimmy.

Government-regulated economic stimulation…

Seems to be the savior for this ill and broken nation.

But the bread they hang, by a thread, over your head…

Has you chasing dreams that are like its presidents, dead.

Some folks think they’re waiting for money, but they’re just waiting to fail…

Rain, sleet, hail, it will vanish like FED Ex workers after they drop your mail.

So, as you get your stimulus check, please fight the urge.

Please practice patience and plan wisely before your implied splurge.

Pay more attention than you pay to vendors, beware as the balling begins…

Remember, you’re born playing a game rigged so less than one percent wins.

Make sure you make the most out of your spending potential…

Remember, income is usually linear, while debt is exponential.

Some decisions will haunt you forever, you know the old quote…

You and build a billion bridges… but there’s always that one goat.

So, when allocating and budgeting, use skill and precision.

Reevaluate your position constantly while making any decision.

It’s a check, not a miracle, it doesn’t have everything you need…

Sadly this nation has not lived a life of compassion, but instead one of greed.

Tax returns are deserved, not earned, they’re not handouts they’re hand backs…

Old rich men play Santa, visiting while you sleep, but come with empty sacks.

They take and take, as national greed they cultivate, Black Friday starts on Thanksgiving…

We scurry like a mouse chased, in a rat race, unprepared for a course so unforgiving.

Oligarchs rule regulating, or more precisely dictating, just how free is free…

Reducing apex predators to bottom-feeding crustaceans, pitting you against me.

Mainstream media promoting exclusion and division, when inclusion and diversity are key…

Social media exacerbates self-depreciation, making pretty souls feel insurmountably ugly.

Life leaves me less inspired, and much more tired, but also teaches me to never stop moving…

I find myself trance dancing to the daily grind, the monotonous sounds have my mind grooving.

The American Hustle, a life-long danceathon, where we all shuck, jive, and shimmy…

The dancers never stop; and as the beat drops, you can hear the crowd chanting gimme… gimme… gimme…