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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=521162" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Social Plan</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know a very tiresome Man <br>Who keeps on saying, &quot;Social Plan.&quot; <br>At every Dinner, every Talk <br>Where Men foregather, eat or walk, <br>No matter where, -- this Awful Man <br>Brings on his goddam Social Plan. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Fall in Wheat, the Rise in Bread, <br>The social Breakers dead ahead, <br>The Economic Paradox <br>That drives the Nation on the rocks, <br>The Wheels that false Abundance clogs -- <br>And frightens us from raising Hogs, -- <br>This dreary field, the Gloomy Man <br>Surveys and hiccoughs, Social Plan. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Till simpler Men begin to find <br>His croaking aggravates their mind, <br>And makes them anxious to avoid <br>All mention of the Unemployed, <br>And leads them even to abhor <br>The People called Deserving Poor. <br>For me, my sympathies now pass <br>To the poor Plutocratic Class. <br>The Crowd that now appeals to me <br>Is what he calls the Bourgeoisie. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So I have got a Social Plan <br>To take him by the Neck, <br>And lock him in a Luggage van <br>And tie on it a check, <br>Marked MOSCOW VIA TURKESTAN, <br>Now, how's that for a Social Plan?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Stephen+Leacock">Stephen Leacock</a><div class=q>
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Who keeps on saying, &quot;Social Plan.&quot; 
At every Dinner, every Talk 
Where Men foregather, eat or walk, 
No matter where, -- this Awful Man 
Brings on his goddam Social Plan. 

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