Saturday, February 13, 2010

Your Inheritance

 
 
Legacy
(by R.P.Edwards)

Here’s a gift
For you
My son
A heavy load
To bear
A crushing weight
To vex your soul
To fill your years
With care
Though some
Would scrimp
And sacrifice
To ease
Their children’s way
Mine has been
A life of debt
That you
My son
Will pay

It was a desperate move (some said “brilliant,” others, “criminal”).  Through an act of  Congress, along with the birth certificate, every newborn was now presented with a bill (no, not the hospital fee); but a note displaying each individual’s allotted portion of the national debt.  And, along with the “bill,” an implant would be surgically placed that would electronically communicate with every earned or unearned (a cashless society) source and “legally” exact a hefty portion (all the while exhibiting a dull pulsing red from beneath the skin of the left temple.) The plus side:  when the “debt” is finally paid, the red mini-beacon goes green, which, interestingly, becomes a much sought after trait in the areas of social advancement…and matrimony.

Forty grand per individual.  That’s what I heard from the news channel as I was drifting off to midday sleep (working the graveyard shift).  The national debt has been allowed to balloon to the point where if every human soul in our land paid an equal share…it would be forty thousand dollars.  For my family, that’s over three hundred thou.  Funny, it used to be that parents saved up for their kids.  Now it’s the other way around.

That’s what I think.  How about you?  Click comments below…and say.

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