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Show Utopia Father, must I go out 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; we don't get exercised, nobody has to give a d , 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 h he's going to use for money. Don't worry, Bud, there's not a hitch in this great noble plan He simply soaks the filthy rich and helps the common man. But, Daddy, won't there come a time when they run out of cash, and when we have left them not a dime, won't things then go to smash? My faith in you is sinking, Son, you nosey little brat, you do too d much thinking, Son, to be a Democrat. Anonymous |