"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.