Hamless - a soliloquy for Congress

 To tax, or not to tax? that is the Question...
 Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
 the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
 and put up with the lies
 and the wrath of the minstrels of the left,
 Or to take arms against a sea of deficits,
 And by opposing end them?

 Or To die, to sleep, No more;
 and by a sleep to say we end liberty,
 and so the heart-ache, the thrills,
 and the thousand natural shocks
 That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
 Devoutly, liberally to be wisht.
 Ah, to be nevermore free...

 Or sleep; To sleep! Perchance to dream:
 To go forth and face
 the tough choices necessary
 to bring our oppressors under control,
 there's the rub;

 For in the talk of action what dreams may come,
 When we have thrown off our mindless shackles,
 Must give us pause: what of the respect
 That makes aristocracy of so long a life;

 Who would bear the whips and scorns of welfare,
 The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's scorn,
 The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
 The insolence of office,
 and spurn those of wealth do take.

 Who would grunt and sweat under a weary life,
 when, from the hands the oppressors of wealth,
 handouts are offered for those willing to take,
 without the dread of every having to repay.

 No debt is returned, no effort ever made,
 no one puzzles the will,
 Entitlements make us rather bear those ills we have,
 Than fly forward to others that we know not of...

 Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
 And thus the native hue of resolution
 Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought;

 And enterprises of great pith and moment,
 With this regard, their currents turn awry,
 And lose the name of action.

 Soft you now! Fair Congress!
 In thy orisons
 shall all our sins
 be remember'd.

 Shall the pork of would be kings be buried,
 and the bull of the market be restored?
 Hamless, unto us all!