Dear Government,

The party is over. The bar has run dry. The food has all been eaten. Perhaps if you’d stuck your hand in the cookie jar a little less the dance could have lasted a little longer. But now we’re bored with your antics. Your drunken speeches no longer amuse. We ask you with empty pockets and tears in our eyes, pretty please with a cherry on top, stop robbing us blind. We have nothing left for you to take.