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Post by Deleted on Jul 2, 2011 17:29:43 GMT -6
WEEP NO MORE, MY LADY
Father, must I go to work? No, my lucky son; Were living now on Easy Street On dough from Washington.
Weve left it up to Uncle Sam, So dont get exercised. Nobody has to give a damn Weve all been subsidized.
But if Sam treats us all so well, And feeds us milk and honey, Please, daddy, tell me what the hell Hes going to use for money?
Dont worry, bub, theres not a hitch In this here noble plan He simply soaks the filthy rich And helps the common man.
But Father, wont there come a time When they run out of cash And well have left then not a dime When things will then go to smash?
My faith in you is shrinking, son. You nosey little brat; You do too damn much thinking, son, To be a Democrat!
W. E. Debnam, 1950
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Post by GrumpyOM (RIP) on Jul 3, 2011 9:50:42 GMT -6
;D
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Post by Shenanigan on Jul 3, 2011 11:46:13 GMT -6
#7#
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