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I’m called Madam Budget Cut, hard-edged Ms. Bludgeon **** Slashing each piece of the pie. But still I the budget gut, both guns and butter cut, Balance the budget or die! I’ve a tax for tobacco, and (pols think I’m whacko), I’m slashing their projects with knives. No ribbons for cutting, no grants for abutting Old properties owned by their wives. I’ve cross-the-board fixes, I’ve “no ways” and “nixes”, I’ve silly assumptions and worse. I consolidate functions, ignore court injunctions Protecting the power of the purse. I’ve early-out options, I propose late adoptions Of programs designed by the Feds. I close institutions, slow down restitutions, And limit the number of beds. I fire those who sign up The thousands who line up For Medicaid, welfare and such. I’ve April surprises, with merit pay prizes For staff who don’t argue too much. So go with my uppercut, Knock out the sludge, and gut, Budgets should never be shy. So we’ll cut, snip and suture, Then look toward the future, And pray that the patient won’t die!
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Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 6:06 PM UTC
State Budget Director’s Song (Apologies to Mr Gilbert)
I’m called Madam Budget Cut, hard-edged Ms. Bludgeon **** Slashing each piece of the pie. But still I the budget gut, both guns and butter cut, Balance the budget or die! I’ve a tax for tobacco, and (pols think I’m whacko), I’m slashing their projects with knives. No ribbons for cutting, no grants for abutting Old properties owned by their wives. I’ve cross-the-board fixes, I’ve “no ways” and “nixes”, I’ve silly assumptions and worse. I consolidate functions, ignore court injunctions Protecting the power of the purse. I’ve early-out options, I propose late adoptions Of programs designed by the Feds. I close institutions, slow down restitutions, And limit the number of beds. I fire those who sign up The thousands who line up For Medicaid, welfare and such. I’ve April surprises, with merit pay prizes For staff who don’t argue too much. So go with my uppercut, Knock out the sludge, and gut, Budgets should never be shy. So we’ll cut, snip and suture, Then look toward the future, And pray that the patient won’t die!
To the tune of "I'm Called Little Buttercup"
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vic-miller
Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 6:06 PM UTC
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