ODE TO THE WELFARE STATE - Poem from 1949 Posted: Feb 15th, 2020 - 9:53 am
ODE TO THE WELFARE STATE
Mr. Truman’s St. Paul, Minn., pie-for-everybody speech last night reminded us that, at the tail-end of the recent session of Congress, Republican Clarence J. Brown (R-Ohio) jammed into the Congressional Record the following poem, describing its author only as a “prominent Democrat of the State of Georgia”:
Democratic Dialog
Father, must I go 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 damn much thinking, son, To be a Democrat.
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