Democratic Dialog
Father, must I got to work?
No, my lucky son.
We're living now on Easy Street
On dough from Washington
We've left it up to Uncle Sam
So don't get exercised
Nobody has to give a damn -
We've all been subsidized
But if Sam treats us all so well
and feeds us milk and honey,
Please, daddy, tell me what the hell
He's going to use for money.
Don't worry bub, there's not a hitch
In this here noble plan -
He simply soaks the filthy rich
And helps the common man.
But, father, won't there come a time
When they run out of cash
And we have left them not a dime
When things will go to smash?
My faith in you is shrinking, son,
You nosy little brat;
You do too much thinking, son,
To be a Democrat.
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