The Cliff, oh the cliff!

This winter situation is covered with frost,

and summer's plenty is all but lost.

Our nation's budget's been tempest-tossed,

with funds and revenues far beneath our cost.



Just how we got here, my mind is miffed,

while our budget-crunchers stretch and sift.

Many years now, our spenders squander; our deficits drift

with a fiscal load too heavy to lift.



Whether we plunge or lunge, Congress has a tiff,

because revenues are lethargic and taxes are stiff.

If we cut out this or don't collect that, and now, what's more--what if?;

You see our fiscal sense, long ago, hath plunged over this cliff.



Just how far we fall

is impossible to call.

Winter and spring will squall, and summer will stall;

we'll find ourselves at another cliff next fall.



What else is new? You question me. I'll ask you.

You say it's false and I say it's true:

our debts are too many; our funds are too few.

Who knew? But I'm not to blame. Surely it's you!

Glass Chimera