POEM: Ode to a state rep

There once was a representative

Whose name was John Green,

His Uncle, Sam, and him never got along

Because they never agreed on anything.

Mr. Green had eluded his uncle,

But alas Sam got the better of him,

When he found Mr. Green’s friends’ gold coins,

He went to question all of them.

Mr. Green no longer represents anyone

And Sam got what he came for,

Mr. Green got a federal “time out”

And cheating, he will do no more,

For all Uncle Sam had wanted

Was just one simple thing,

Mr. Green to abide by his rules,

And pay his fair share of the green.

Perhaps he should have become a CPA and learned how to patriotically avoid taxes vs. becoming a lawyer who evaded them completely.

SASHA FISHER

Coeur d’Alene