THE DEMOCRATIC DIALOG<br> ODE TO THE WELFARE STATE

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[V K Lee]

THE DEMOCRATIC DIALOG
ODE TO THE WELFARE STATE
a 1949 poem

Father, Must I go to work?
No, my lucky son.
We’re living now on East 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 dam much thinking, son,
To be a Democrat.

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[V K Lee]

It's been tried. It failed then, too.

[BurrOh]

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[okie 54]

Sad but true

[okie 54]

Sad but true