So today is the fourth of July, <br />I shall wear, after lunch my new tie. <br />There has been a small rumour <br />about losing their humour <br />coming down with a sty in the eye. <br /> <br />I once knew a young communist <br />who kept open his eyes when he kissed. <br />From New York to La Jolla <br />he found much paranoia <br />so he wrote to the man named Bill Frist. <br /> <br />'If the people are always afraid <br />and attention, unduly, is paid <br />to those accents in words <br />and to left-thinking nerds <br />then a spade is no longer a spade.' <br /> <br />But the senator was too right wing, <br />and he ordered a nationwide sting. <br />They decided to keep <br />those who acted like sheep <br />as they looked at the loyalty thing. <br /> <br />And the leaders, who acted so cool <br />passed a new educational rule, <br />thus the schools had to teach <br />that you modeled your speech <br />after what's his name, who was a fool. <br /> <br />And it worked, there was so much less tension <br />since they outlawed forever dissension. <br />As for clothes, no more drag <br />they would all wear the flag <br />with the stars and the stripes, I should mention. <br /> <br />Then they conquered those foreign oil wells, <br />while their soldiers went through a few hells. <br />And while Wallstreet was buying <br />many mothers were crying <br />while the scaremonger preaches and sells. <br /> <br />And, one day, when they'd reached a conclusion <br />which had sprung from a cozy collusion <br />they had burned those who spoke <br />and rejected a yoke. <br />Now the world had become an illusion.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/yes-william-lederer/
