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| The spectre of tyranny looming large in the background |
IN CASE YOU WOULD INSIST on LOOKING on the DARK SIDE of CONTEMPORARY LIFE, CONTEMPLATE the PROFUNDITY of this MAGNUM OPUS
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| I'll get you and your little dog too, my pretty! |
___ ON JANUARY THIRD ___
There'll be nothing to tout.
Nothing to buy.
The stores have run out.
Your funds'll run dry.
DEMOCLAWS are coming to town!
For their mill you are grist.
They think fun’s a crime,
They just clench their fist,
When you seek a good time.
DEMOCLAWS are coming to town!
They'll monitor your reaping.
They’ll ration what you take.
Whatever you try keeping
They will grab for their own sake!
SO, you’d better not smile,
You’d better not dance.
Demoleaders are vile,
They'll all look askance.
DEMOCLAWS Upon You Will Frown.
When Democlaws take over the town!
They're the Communists
Who would make us slaves
THEY'VE CAPTURED the TOWN!
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| Heh heh heh! |
Despite my customary advocacy of earnest prayer and supplication, I have come to believe that the best way to neutralize the effect of chronic societal irritants and toxic influences is to MAKE FUN of THEM.
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| Dismal prospects ahead |
SATAN and his poor benighted followers
have NO sense of humor.
Satire May Well Be the
Best Form of Revenge!!!
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| Heh heh heh! |