- Property is made
- by plyin’ your trade,
- from your fingers, and
- some may not linger.
- Property in person,
- don’t be so knave,
- such is no worsen,
- they call ‘em a slave!
- Property in Land,
- Property in Labor, are:
- Two different things— now,
- Buy me a saber!
- Profit from neighbor,
- Without your labor,
- Is only bereft
- They call it a Theft,
- If you believe it,
- Started in Egypt.
- A chap named Josef
- Akin to Moses,
- Aided a brain, that
- dreamed about rain;
- and bought all the grain.
- From this he’s famed, but
- ’Twas n’ver the same.
- Then came some drought,
- while suffering without,
- Traded their land, for
- some food in their hand.
- Some days later,
- there came some trader,
- Columbo his name,
- America his game!
- Then it was new,
- It touches your shoe,
- property in land,
- owning some sand,
- no labor or fuel!
- Some days past,
- happen’d so fast!
- Don’t be so rotten -
- boy, pick that cotton, or
- soon be forgotten!
- Unless born lucky,
- lives in some mucky,
- eats only puckey!
- Big rubber ducky!
- Today it is grand!
- The thinking not bland,
- To some not so dross,
- To pay for his loss:
- Such a big f-ool!
- Let’s send him to sch-ool,
- Starting his gr-uel,
- pay for his pool!
- Is it so cruel?
- Let's kick our big mule!
- Lets he relaxes,
- He must pay taxes!
- For this, our praxis,
- Cause there’s no access:
- To lands for masses.
- But it’s not so bad,
- Some thanks to our grads:
- least we have glasses,
- water park passes,
- medical grasses,
- and Color TV,
- with Wi-Fi high-speed!
- So many people,
- live in this steeple.
- I ran out of time.
- This, not a crime
- but is the last line.