The Tale of an OperatorA Poem by Bob BThis is the tale of an EPA Administrator who Has no shame at all about taking Advantage of me and you.
We've seen him roll back fifty years Of environmental protections; That's bad for us but good for all of his Oil and gas connections.
A costly, inflated security team To fly with him overseas 24/7? That ought to make Taxpayers ill at ease.
For him first class is a must when he flies; To hell with flying coach. He feels his team deserves the same And thinks he's beyond reproach.
Better yet, he would prefer Military jets. So what if it costs us even more money; He has no regrets.
When staff members question his spending And wonder if it's required, They will find themselves demoted, Reassigned, or fired.
Receiving monetary favors From lobbyists isn't proper. He wants a bullet-proof SUV; But here's the real showstopper:
Security staff admit that when he-- In order to catch his flights Or go to dinner--will ask them to use Their sirens and flashing lights!
A recent trip took him and his team To Morocco, but alas, Believe it or not, the reason was To promote natural gas!
His attitude toward tax-payer Dollars is cavalier; But when it comes to helping the poor, He is more austere.
So this is how Trump drains the swamp! A funny way to do it. But maybe he fits right in with the rest: That's our man Scott Pruitt!
-by Bob B (4-6-18) © 2018 Bob B |
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Added on April 6, 2018 Last Updated on April 7, 2018 Author
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