To end “Waste, Fraud, Abuse,” was what he vowed,
Even if the cuts were not allowed:
Things protected by the Constitution,
Things enshrined in Congress, Institutions.
He’d Fund a gorgeous Tax Cut with the Trillions
Trimmed from sick, poor, loser, fat civilians.
“Waste” was rampant. “Fraud,” “Abuse” systemic.
Just count the money spent on the pandemic…
Or count the years the elderly were living–
All those people “taking” and not “giving”:
Surely tens of billions could be saved
If retirees could have a few years…shaved.
Trimming Medicare, Social Security
Privatized to restore Market purity,
And gutting Medicaid—this budget third
Would have lifelong effects: they’d thin the herd.
To have so many poor folks live so long:
How did THAT help USA stand strong?
He’d let the winners win—just bet on crypto!—
And let the losers die.
But here he’d tiptoe…
For though the truth was he admired the Fuhrer
And how he helped His nation’s blood run purer,
He knew This nation wasn’t quite yet ready
For open talk of euthanasia. Heady
Stuff this was. Brave heads, cold hearts were needed;
Razor eyes to see the “waste” defeated.
Just cut the programs on which folks depend
And slowly, surely, loser lives would end
Sooner than they would have otherwise—
A year or three or maybe five. There lies
A trillion-dollar savings to be saved
helping greedy grandmas to the grave.
With AI tech his crack team was equipped
To decimate the needy—coupons clipped.
The waste: it wasn’t paper. It was people.
Imagine all the savings, once the feeble
Could be purged from all those fraudster programs!
A cleaner way to kill them: fewer pogroms.
50 million over 65!
Imagine if just ten percent were not alive!
How wise! How cutting edge! to have such guts
To kill poor old folks off to fund tax cuts.
He’d cultivate great fields of golf-course green
In ways America had never seen.
Imagine all the private lawns a’growing
Fertilized, without an old bone showing.