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Saturday, December 1, 2018

This Date in History: 12/12/'2012 The Speaker & the Fiscal Cliff

Get on with it, John (post-election activity).
Don’t take us over the fiscal acclivity.
Tether your tears. Void your ploys: they’re too cute.
Spare us a fall from the feared fiscal butte.

Don’t risk our dough. Being broke’s such a drag.\
Don’t cast us down from the damned fiscal crag.
Mr. Speaker: to tweak ‘er you’ve had since last June.
Do look ahead: it’s the dread fiscal dune.

A tax hike – is that all the government TARP meant?

Disgraceful! We’re facing the fiscal escarpment.
The President’s deal? Take it! No time for stalls.
Mr. B: steer us clear of those grim fiscal falls.
How dare you proclaim we’re the world’s greatest nation?
We’re poised to go over the fiscal gradation.
No Dem will not dub you “Congressional Chump”
if you don’t walk us back from the harsh fiscal hump?
Tax billionaires? Buffet says that would be fine.
But first inch us away from the fiscal incline.
Can’t caucus chums swallow the debt-ceiling pill?
Such would walk us away from the fiscal Jocks Hill.

Have you eyed not the most recent Rasmussen poll?
Read! And weep! Then clear keep from the feared fiscal knoll.
Don’t make of this issue a partisan wedge.
Please! Talk us down – now! -- off the foul fiscal ledge.
Your gavel you’ll keep if you’ll use your cabesa
And spare us a fall from the Great Fiscal Mesa.
True medicine, John, not financial placebo
will ease this disease, the acute fiscal Nebo.

Abandon us not. Neither pooh-pooh or pimp us.\
How dumb to go tumbling down fiscal Olympus.
You won’t heed our pleas? Must we others’ aid seek?
Oh, don’t let us go over the bleak fiscal peak…

That peak which provides to perdition a launching pad.

Don’t let us suffer the fierce fiscal Quinderdad.
Dunce! Can’t you once be just “one of the guys”?
And refrain from this bane, this corrupt fiscal rise?
I’m warning you, Johnny, this cliff’s no chimaera.
Don’t stall, lest we fall from the fiscal Sierra.
Maneuvering must be immediate…or
we might trip, and so flip o’er the tall fiscal tor.

You motioned to Mitch, “Let’s give F.C. a whirl.”
No!! No one should urge the unsafe fiscal Ural.
Support some heights, sure: some might prove “muy bueno.”
But veto all vaults o’er the fiscal volcano.

We’re altophobes all. We’ve a fear of the tall.
We’d not hit (much less fall from) that weird fiscal wall.
The Recession Bell’s rung. The Depression Bell’s ringin.’
Arrest our descent from the fiscal Xiao Hinggan.

You need to announce with your mouth full of moxie,
“No falls from the fiscal…” (don’t faint) “…Yagradagze.”
Your seeing us through this will earn you thanks…and a
caress -- if we miss it: the fiscal Zaranda.

We’re fed up with hillocks, with hummocks and hills.
With tors and Zarandas we’re stuffed to the gills.
We’ve had it to here, whether curb, slope or shelf.
If you’d risk fiscal cliffs, better go by yourself!

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