'Uncle Sam is Sick' by Steve Fowler

Uncle Sam is sick
Yeah, heart, lungs, arteries—
And you know he is an addict,
Gotta have his luxuries,
Borrows money from his enemies
Which never reaches his extremities.


Uncle Sam is sick
You all know the malady:
An addict makes his family pay,
Pimpin' Lady Liberty
Right out in the light of day.
Keeps his bank account full
By chargin' kids to go to school.


Uncle Sam is sick
Sam has always been a bully,
Stealin' stuff from other folks
But now his greed has blossomed fully
He's the butt of nasty jokes.
“Sick is good,” he thinks with glee,
“Helps to grow the G.D.P.”

Uncle Sam is sick
9-11 was his heart attack.
Now he's hangin' with a crowd
Of plutocrats and autocrats
And braggin' 'bout it right out loud.
Poppin' pills in fancy cars,
Thinkin' he can fly to Mars!


Uncle Sam is sick
He sure needs an intervention—
Tellin' the truth is a good first step,
Help hin set a sober intention,
Help him fix his damaged rep,
Help him redirect some wealth
To improve his mental health.

Uncle Sam is sick
Not-for-profits are getting' bigger
To threat the symptoms he reveals,
But 'cause his finger's on the trigger,
He thinks no one can stop his deals.
Still, before he runs his final scam
We gotta 12-step Uncle Sam.
'Cause Uncle Sam is sick!