The Tale of an Operator

The Tale of an Operator

A Poem by Bob B

This 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
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