Chicago 1968 The Democratic Party giveth And the Democratic Party taketh away. Blessed be the name of the Democratic Party. O donkey-eared Deity, friend of the poor, How social is thy security, How urban thy renewal, How central thine intelligence. Thou art the Good Shepherd Who knoweth full well The uses of sheep. O mightiest of fleecers How internal is thy revenue, How federally administered thy Foods and thy drugs, How federally commissioned Thy communications. The party loves me This I know The precinct captain Tells me so. Little guys to it belong, They are weak but it is strong. Yes, the party loves me, Sure, the party loves me, You bet the party loves me, The Liberals tell me so. Ass-headed God, have mercy Upon me. Thine were the vows Of my radical youth; Thou wilt not forsake me In my mature and responsible Old age. Golden-Hoofed Quadroped, Look with favor upon me. Even as with Abraham and Isaac Have I offered unto thee my sons Upon the altar of Obedience. Of the first fruits of the heathen Have I made thee burnt offerings. Yea though I walk through the valley Of the shadow of slump I shall fear No recession. Thine initials And thine agendas they comfort me. Thou preparest before me a table In the presence of Republicans. Surely welfare and relief checks Shall follow me all the days of my life, And I shall dwell in Public Housing forever. Amen.
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