HOUSEKEEPER'S SOLUTION TO BUDGET POLLUTION After they've herded and fleeced us like sheep to shovel megatons of our dollars only rented for never quite rich enough, hogs squeal and fight to keep our dented, leaky public trough, debt-enslaving our daughters and sons whom they never represented. Time to vacuum cleaner sweep all parasite privilege ended, trap and flush every sneaky, dirty pest, then air out and patch our multi-ethnic quilt, compost to flowers all that tribal rage and guilt, our civil rights blended with grievance redressed to scrub and sew each filthy, ragged net, placing the safer social bet on a future fresh and mended.

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