(photo: AP) (dedicated to my ex-colleagues at the People's Resource/Action Cooperative in Champaign.)
Hurrah! Huzzah! It seems we're on our way!
Hurrah! Huzzah! We'll do it all today!
The chance is here! We'll make the grade!
Nothing's too hard, so hear us say:
Hurrah! Huzzah! Hurrah! Huzzah!
Collectivized agriculture? Damn straight!
That's child's play! Done by eight!
Come join the fun! Don't be late!
Jenkins was tardy, so we beat the shit out of him!
Who fucking did that? What? Blew the rhyme. I don't know. Wasn't me. Let's face it, we were using a tough rhyme scheme. It was you, wasn't it? No, I was just saying. Right. Everyone, pile on Hank. No, I didn't, wait. Show him what we do to people who fuck up our rhyming couplets.
Pow. Bang. Smack. Oof. Splat.
Hurrah! Huzzah! That is what we do!
Ka-pwing! Ka-pow! We'll do it to you too!
Now get in line, don't stand perpendicular!
Right. Who fucking did that?
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