Friday, April 06, 2007

The Collectivist in Bluestein


We are all one family
in you
in you
in you!


That poison pen prick is at it again,
the collectivist soul set down to save us all.
Socialist, socialist go away
fat cats on the run, the neighbors, dismayed.


A blended fam, effort, relief
There Decatur stands, Roswell, indeed.
Relief, Bluestein, RELIEF!

Oh but when may those "prickly" barbs
of socialist thorngrove
once again be removed and my soul set free?


You captor, you tyrrant, you foe.
Blue is your Stein, blue is your soul
Bluestein, collective tyranny, it grows old.


Miguel Cuthbert said...

This staggering poem seems to shrink the world into a small thimble. A dash of T.S.

Standifer Evasto Visum said...

Oh dear. And I haven't read him since high school.

Well, I suppose collectivists and armageddon alamrists do infect the soul.