I attended one of America's thousands of Tax Day Tea Parties, small town edition.
I arrived late, so I missed out on the crumpets and teas. I saw nary a drop. They had already removed the fine china cups and saucers.
I looked around for freedom, but there were only crumbs. Elsewhere, government pecked away.
I ambled off to mail our tax returns, fondling the few copper coins in my pocket and a packet of sweetener for a better swallow.