I see a world ever in flux, no permanence;
New fads, new faces, living styles in transcendence,
Exotic tourist spots emerge from barren land.
Xanado, however, is underneath the sand...
Our old Uncle Sam, will he also run aground?
Rife are the rumors his huge debts can get us drowned!
A new world currency will replace the dollar,
Before we know it, we may fall down the cellar!
Let us, by all means, change--but change for the better.
Enlightened spending should make Uncle Sam greater.
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