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,
And independent citizen, whose fist
Is raised against all Socialistic schemes,
Wakes from the land o’ dreams;
(Nightmares of Sosh)
Gets up, and has a wash
In water from the Socialistic main;
Empties it down the Socialistic drain,
And, giving his moustache the proper twist,
Breakfasts upon an egg,
Laid by some anti-Socialistic
And, as he chews,
Endeavours to peruse
In some wise publication, printing views
That no right-thinking man could grumble at;
And, having scoffed the egg,
He reaches from its peg;
Perambulates the Socialistic path —
Annoys him just as little as the bath.
Tho’ both essentially are Sosh’s works,
He never shirks
But much abuse
Of Socialistic ideas, without excuse,
Flavors his conversation in the train —
The Socialistic train.
But, here again,
He is not heard to murmur or complain
Against the train.
At length the hour
Strikes the Socialistic tower;
His office and enquires
For letters and for wires.
Nor e’en complains
They reach him thro’ a Socialistic post.
There are a host
Of letters — quite a pile —
Some from his friends
(Ah! See him smile),
Cursing the Labor party’s aims and ends.
Here is a note
Bidding him be content and of good cheer,
For, in the House last night, the Fusion vote
Defeated Labor on the Telephone
Discussion. Wherefore charges won’t be near
As he has cause to fear.
And that reminds him. He rings on the ‘phone,
And tells a friend
At t’other end
That Socialism’s better left alone.
Says it emphatically thro’ the ‘phone —
The Socialistic ‘phone —
The Government is running at a loss
Of very much per cent.
He knows that it is so.
But is he cross?
He’s quite content…
So, through the day
He goes his anti-Socialistic way.
Round and about
Wearing the Socialistic pavement out;
Riding in Socialistic trams
And damning damns
When Socialism’s mentioned — with a frown…
As night comes down,
He scorns the Socialistic atmosphere
Of a plain pub
And seeks his club.
And tells his fellow members what he thinks
About the “Labah pawty” and its claims
And visionary aims.
They languidly remark “Hear, hear.”…
Then out once more
And, in a Socialistic tram and train,
On to suburbia, and home again
To his own door.
Then to his bed;
Laying his wise and proper-thinking head
In downy pillow-deep.
He is about to drop
When — “Flop… Flop…
Chasing an individualistic rat?
Nay, ’tis the footfall of the midnight cop,
The stilly night,
Telling that I and you
Are guarded in our right;
He guards the persons and the propertee
Of you and me.
He’s a Socialistic institution too —
The man in blue.
No wonder WILLIAM SIKES
The whole blue Socialistic crew….
I wish he’d keep
Still, that cop,
I want to go to sleep…
Why does he keep
Flop, flop, flop!
With his big feet
Along the street?
Why can’t he stop?…
His Socialistic feet….
Why don’t he change his beat?…
Of all the rows I ever heard —
Upon my word!
When you stop to think of it
This Socialistic business is absurd!
(C J Dennis)
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