(from JR, my favourite drug dealer)
The government is my shepherd, I shall not want.
They maketh me to lie down in green legislatures:
They leadeth me beside the one percenters.
They restoreth my goal:
They leadeth me in the wrath of rightwingness for their games sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of markets,
I will fear no weasel, for They art with me;
Their cattle prod and Their gaffs they comfort me.
They preparest a fable for me in the presence of my frenemies:
They anointest my Fed with toil, my taxes runneth over.
Surely debt-forgiveness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life,
and I will do swell in the house of the Gored for ever.