Evictions are about to restart as tenants wait on billions in unspent rental aid. (WaPo)

 

"As courts prepare to allow evictions again, only 12 percent of $25 billion approved in December has reached people in need."

There was a man, a wicked man,

who called himself our Uncle Sam.

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He had so many bags of gold

the count of them could not be told.

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He got his gold from pockets picked,

and his conscience never pricked.

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He liked to promise succor to

anyone he ran into.

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Pauper, penguin, common thief --

he would grant them all relief.

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Since he had great piles of cash,

no one thought his promise rash.

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But his promised aid was slower

than a rusted push lawnmower.

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In dribs and drabs he parceled out

nothing much but sauerkraut.

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Pennies that could do no good

to restore one's livelihood.

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Renters never saw a shred

and were evicted on their head.

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 But with a smile our Uncle claimed

the postal service should be blamed.

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Or maybe global warming stopped

all the manna being dropped.

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Anyway, those promised aid

never ever did get paid.

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But Uncle Sam continues to

promise skies of sunny blue.

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So go right up and ask him now

to provide from his cash cow.

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He will write you a large check

(but won't explain the bottleneck.)

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So when you try to cash it you

will meet with your own Waterloo.