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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357792" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Anti-Socialist</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis morn.<br>An individualistic cock<br>Proclaims the fact.<br>The dissipated cat sneaks home forlorn.<br>'Tis time to get up and act!<br>'Tis eight o'clock!<br>The stern and stalwart anti-Socialist,<br>Freeborn<br>And independent citizen, whose fist<br>Is raised against all Socialistic schemes,<br>Wakes from the land o' dreams;<br>(Nightmares of Sosh)<br>Gets up, and has a wash<br>In water from the Socialistic main;<br>Empties it down the Socialistic drain,<br>And, giving his moustache the proper twist,<br>He then<br>Breakfasts upon an egg,<br>Laid by some anti-Socialistic<br>Hen;<br>And, as he chews,<br>Endeavours to peruse<br>The news<br>In some wise publication, printing views<br>That no right-thinking man could grumble at;<br>And, having scoffed the egg,<br>His hat<br>He reaches from its peg;<br>Perambulates the Socialistic path <br>But that<br>Annoys him just as little as the bath.<br>Tho' both essentially are Sosh's works,<br>He never shirks<br>Their use;<br>But much abuse<br>Of Socialistic ideas, without excuse,<br>Flavors his conversation in the train <br>The Socialistic train.<br>But, here again,<br>He is not heard to murmur or complain<br>Against the train.<br>At length the hour<br>Of ten<br>Strikes the Socialistic tower;<br>And then<br>He gains<br>His office and enquires<br>For letters and for wires.<br>Nor e'en complains<br>They reach him thro' a Socialistic post.<br>There are a host<br>Of letters - quite a pile <br>Some from his friends<br>(Ah! See him smile),<br>Cursing the Labor party's aims and ends.<br>Here is a note<br>Bidding him be content and of good cheer,<br>For, in the House last night, the Fusion vote<br>Defeated Labor on the Telephone <br>Discussion. Wherefore charges won't be near<br>As dear<br>As he has cause to fear.<br>And that reminds him. He rings on the 'phone,<br>And tells a friend<br>At t'other end<br>That Socialism's better left alone.<br>Says it emphatically thro' the 'phone <br>The Socialistic 'phone <br>That instrument<br>The Government is running at a loss<br>Of very much per cent.<br>He knows that it is so.<br>But is he cross?<br>No!<br>He's quite content...<br>So, through the day<br>He goes his anti-Socialistic way.<br>Round and about<br>The town,<br>Wearing the Socialistic pavement out;<br>Riding in Socialistic trams<br>And damning damns<br>When Socialism's mentioned - with a frown...<br>As night comes down,<br>He scorns the Socialistic atmosphere<br>Of a plain pub<br>And beer,<br>And seeks his club.<br>While here<br>He drinks<br>And tells his fellow members what he thinks<br>About the 'Labah pawty' and its claims<br>And visionary aims.<br>They languidly remark 'Hear, hear.'...<br>Then out once more<br>And, in a Socialistic tram and train,<br>On to suburbia, and home again<br>To his own door.<br>Then to his bed;<br>Laying his wise and proper-thinking head<br>In downy pillow-deep.<br>He is about to dropp <br>To sleep<br>When - 'Flop... Flop...<br>Flop' ...<br>What's that?<br>The cat,<br>Chasing an individualistic rat?<br>Nay, 'tis the footfall of the midnight cop,<br>Echoing through<br>The stilly night,<br>Telling that I and you<br>Are guarded in our right;<br>He guards the persons and the propertee<br>Of you and me.<br>He's a Socialistic institution too <br>The man in blue.<br>No wonder WILLIAM SIKES<br>Dislikes<br>The whole blue Socialistic crew....<br>I wish he'd keep<br>Still, that cop,<br>I want to go to sleep...<br>Why does he keep<br>Flop, flop, flop!<br>With his big feet<br>Along the street?<br>Why can't he stop?...<br>His Socialistic feet....<br>Why don't he change his beat?...<br>Of all the rows I ever heard <br>Upon my word!<br>When you stop to think of it<br>A bit,<br>This Socialistic business is absurd!</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357792" data-title="The Anti-Socialist de Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis" data-description="'Tis morn. An individualistic cock Proclaims the fact. The dissipated cat sneaks home forlorn. 'Tis time to get up and act! 'Tis eight o'clock! The stern and stalwart anti-Socialist, Freeborn And independent citizen, whose fist Is raised against a..."></div> </div> </div>
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