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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357470" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Bosses Don't Seem Right' - A Christmas Monologue</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The thing's all wrong (I sez to ‘im)<br>Now look, there's this ‘ere Monday, Jim,<br>Comes before Christmas. Be a toff<br>An' lest us ‘ave the Monday off.<br>‘E ‘ums an' ‘ars. An' then he's got<br>To talk a lot of silly rot<br>Abut ‘ow business binds a man;<br>An' ‘e don't quite see ‘ow ‘e can<br>Afford to give me Monday in,<br>Seein' he'll lose a lot of tin<br>Under our capit'listic plan<br>Which sort of binds a business man<br>‘Lest his competitors was bound<br>To give the Monday all around.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If but (‘e sez) they would agree<br>To let the trade ‘ave Monday free<br>Then ‘e would do it. There you are!<br>Shows ‘ow Democracy's a bar.<br>It's competition, don't you see,<br>That robs a man of liberty.<br>But, under Socialism . . . Wot?<br>Now, listen, I ain't talkin' rot.<br>I know that ‘e's me boss. But look,<br>Our scheme of Gover'ment's all crook.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now, under Socialism, see,<br>If I said, 'I want Monday free!'<br>Why, under right conditions, then,<br>They'd treat their men like they was men;<br>An' seein' it was Christmas week,<br>We would n't ‘ave to go an' seek<br>No favors. We'd just tell ‘em flat:<br>'We're takin' Monday; an' that's that!'<br>Wot? Bosses? . . . Well, I s'pose there'd be<br>This, wot you call, Bureaucracy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To rule us. Yes; per'aps there might;<br>An' as you say, it don't seem right<br>That they should want to boss a man . . . .<br>But wot about his Fascist plan?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now, under that, we'd say, 'look ‘ere<br>Us fellers wants this Monday clear.'<br>An', bein' reasonable like,<br>Blokes would n't ‘ave to call a strike<br>To get their way . . . . Well, I suppose<br>There's be Dictators - coves like those<br>To fed a coot on castor oil<br>If they decided not to toil<br>On Monday. That seems pretty tough,<br>All systems seems to treat men rough.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clarence+Michael+James+Stanislaus+Dennis">Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis</a><div class=q>
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Now look, there's this ‘ere Monday, Jim,
Comes before Christmas. Be a toff
An' lest us ‘ave the Monday off.
‘E ‘ums an' ‘ars. An' then he's got
To talk a lot of silly rot
Abut ‘ow business binds a..."></div>
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