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redietz
Ten thousand screens were on him as he waxed so eloquent,
Ten thousand ears listened to his Martingale fervent.
Then while the writhing arci clenched his taxes to his hip
Defiance gleaned in Singer's eye, a sneering "get a grip."
And now the tax-filled envelopes came hurtling through the mail,
Singer stood watching them, hoping for a fail.
Photos of the envelopes the audience had been fed.
"That ain't the deal," said Singer. "Strike One," the umpire said.
With a smile of Christian charity, great Singer's visage shone.
He fueled the rising tumult, but bade the game go on.
He signaled thus to arci that the taxes were askew.
Ignoring all his backers' pleas, and the umpire said, "Strike two."
"Fraud" cried the maddened thousands, but Alan told them to hush.
No claims of illegality, even if deductions were all mush.
Singer's face grew stern and cold, they saw his cred begin to strain,
And they knew that Singer's taxes would clearly all explain.