The Crony


Once upon a midnight dreary, came a crony to our door,
Hands out reaching, reaching – reaching for our treasure store,
Deep into the dreamness peering, long we stood there wondering fearing,
Is this just a beef plant haunted – tell us truly we implore,
But the crony so beguiling, turned our sad frowns into smiling
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word Kior,
Thrilled us-filled us with fantastic tremors never felt before.
Tax breaks, tax breaks, job creation
Quoth the crony evermore.


Economic Recovery Hampered by Hamiltonian Politics

Although it appears that our economy is crawling in a positive direction, that fragile rise may yet be sabotaged by the Hamiltonian politics so rampant on the local, state and national levels.


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