Monday, March 10, 2008

show me the money

 

The rugged individual who strikes out on his own

Is more admired in our land than any pallid drone.

No pen pusher or clock watcher, these heroes do their job

Without a lot of documents or questions from the mob.

Take, for instance, those who smuggle wetbacks by the ton;

When there is a problem they just leave 'em in the sun.

No complaints and no red tape – the money's been collected.

A neater form of robbery has rarely been perfected!

But dumped upon our pristine shores these immigrants cause trouble;

They're hunted and they're hounded and are kicked out on the double.

It costs a lot of money to catch beaners on the lam.

So I say cut the middle man and turn to Uncle Sam.

Let these crazy immigrants each pay ten-thousand bucks

Directly to our government and not some tinhorn clucks.

Pocketing the moolah, we will take them for a ride

Across the Rio Grande to a place where they can hide.

Then count to ten and let them scatter like in hide-n-seek.

Then we'll hunt them down like dogs for just about a week.

Those we catch are bundled out of country mucho quick;

Those that can elude us we'll allow to stay and stick.

Of course we'll televise the hunt; the ratings will be rich;

The best darn money-maker since they thought up bait-n-switch!

My modest plan will turn a problem into spondulaks,



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