Skids Into A Fizz

The budget?

The budget as it is,
Has skidded into a fizz.
No one chooses to say 'flop'...
Hoping that a plot is schemed,
To return smiling and gleaming grins again...
To those so close to giving up.

The budget?

The budget as it is,
Has skidded into a fizz.
With a 'don't-plop-me-down-now-thud'!
And added fuss and frustration.

The budget?
We monthy cuss that budget.
That budget...
Has us all caught up in corruptness.
And feuding over turf outsourced and sold.
Long ago.

The budget?
Skids into a fizz.
And folks with lips poked...
Still want to feel,
They can pop...
More champagne.

The budget?
Skids into a fizz.
And folks with lips poked...
Still want to feel,
They can pop...
More champagne.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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