The Snake Oil Merchant
Can the garden state really be broke?
Hey… Mr. Christie… is this a bad joke?
How on earth can this possibly be?
Ten times a day, you run a lottery.
You says funds are what our state lacks…
But we’re burdened with a sales and an income tax.
Atlantic City yields big time revenues…
Tolls and E-Z Pass have increased their dues…
I wonder… where does all that money go?
Why do we pay and have nothing to show?
Teachers are the source of all of our trouble…
Fiscal mansions reduced to rubble.
Pension plans and retirement schemes…
That’s what’s burst our money dreams.
Greedy unions… all they do is take…
It’s their contracts that we gotta break…
We all can have a happy Thanksgiving
If everyone’s reduced to third world living.
(Forget that my children live in Mendham
And private schools are where I send them.)
Robin Hood stole from the rich and gave to the poor.
With Christie, the middle class gets skewered.
Governors have long raided retirement pensions…
“Loans” never paid back… that’s rarely mentioned.
Christie bellows, “That was then and this is now.”
He says, “You can’t fault me for this barren cow.”
While politicians are really the ones to blame,
As scapegoats, Christie needs teachers to cane.
This diversion is just deceptive hocus pocus…
Merely slight of hand, so we lose our focus.
While Christie didn’t cause the debt… that’s true,
It’s shameful to take from folks, what’s due.
An unfortunate reality and a fact that’s not nice:
Teachers are being served as a ritual sacrifice.
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