MY UNCLE SAM

Paydays use to make me feel, well, patriotic.
Uncle Sam would get his cut and I got to keep
the rest. I was feeding the beast.

Freedom has a voracious appetite. But it keeps
the wolf from the door. And the Commies, the
fascists, and the Islamic fanatics.

And I was helping the less fortunate, the folks
wedged tight between a rock and some other
hard mother they were caught up against. I was
chipping in for food, and medical care, and job
training.

And my money was protecting the environment. I was
keeping snail darters from going the way of
the dodos. Damn snail darters. Where are they now when I need help.

I no longer get a paycheck. I'm on the other side now.
A bad back saw to that. And my uncle, that grand old fellow
in his star spangled top hat has turned his back on his aging
nephew. Bastard. I'd like to rip his stupid beard off.

I told him I'm disabled and showed him my doctors note.
He said he could not help me.
I told him I was hungry, and he gave me $2.97 a day to
feed myself. Six months later, he took away my allowance.

And I'm family.

But he has no qualms about feeding the neighbors kids. They sneak
over the fence and my Uncle Sam treats them to doctors,
and feeds them, and helps them buy low-cost homes.

My Uncle Sam even gave some of the bad kids Viagra after
they got out of jail for hurting my sisters and my little niece.

The old boy must be senile.
I may have to disown him.