SHINING CITY ON A HILL

Republicans keep talking about

A shining City on a Hill

Problem is

To get in

You need a crisp federally funded Million Dollar bill

They kicked out

All the working Middle Class

And hungry Poor people

From the gated off area

And relocated them

To a landfill

While everybody here is starving

They up there cooking 

Filet-mignon

On the golden grill

Wondering what all the peons fuss is about

A little old Atlantic Ocean BP oil spill

Excuse me

For not thoroughly enjoying

The sight of their magnificent monied Metropolis 

Glowing

In the starstruck Night!

I am locked out the front gate

Struggling to survive and thrive daily 

Seems my fate

And to top it all off

They do not care of my perilous plight

Yet it is my blood, sweat, tears and taxes

That is paying for

All that lascivious 

and  illuminating light!