valley of democracy no. 30

rawclyde

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Now I can say I’ve experimented with poverty

here in the shameless Valley of Our Democracy

and, you know, poverty really isn’t such a bad gal

if you respect her & are willing to be her pal

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Dad Dole & Brother Bill had their election today

we’re all fond of Dad but Bill is here to stay

Dole & the World War II generation are on their way

I wish ’em luck beyond the veil & have appreciated their worthy say

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But it’s time for us jolly bahbah boomers to get on our feet

& drive the Valley of Democracy to the next track meet

& there we will win or lose in the great game of our planet’s life

so may God help your kids while Lucifer is pokin’ yer wife

(Copyright Clyde Collins 1999)

valley o’ democracy no. 20

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The trouble with that is fascism may tend to grow

a few rich folks & hordes with nothin’ to eat but yellow snow

civilization would be outta balance & crumble & split

perhaps it’s there already, thus, we’re in a world of shit

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Poverty, Poverty, what kind of seeds do thou sow?

Are they the kind that spiritually grow

tended carefully by Jesus & the Holy Ghost

or is this a political ruse that ought to be feared by most

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We know now that Vladimir Lenin totally screwed-up

the Czar was pretty bad but Lenin was no butter cup

t’was a worthy try if you weren’t a Russian who starved & died

or an Elmer Gantry type whom Lenin had tortured ’til he cried:

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“Poverty Poverty, why do you do this to me?

I’m so hungry with nothin’ to eat, God help me

I layed my soul down at your feet & what do I get?

a kick in the ass & the Pope’s permission to eat shit…”

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You gotta remain calm when you stare death in the face

you gotta remain calm if you’re gonna get God’s grace

Lenin & Elmer don’t mean nothin’ at all

they’re just disappointed buzzards when you stand tall

rawclyde

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oh poverty where don’t you roam

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VALLEY OF DEMOCRACY NO. 19

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Poverty, Poverty, where don’t you roam?

Will you not ever leave me alone?

Poverty, Poverty, will you never cease?

Will you not ever give me release?

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My little brother struck a tune that brought back his youth

threw off his clothes, donned a necklace made of rhino tooth

did a jig in his room that was of a primitive grain

hopped out the window onto a cloud & danced into my brain

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Poverty, Poverty, you’re so misunderstood

society would hang you only if it could

Poverty, Poverty, companion o’ mine

always smiling at me as if you are so kind

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The beggar come up to me after my work was done

wanted a dollar as if he were my long lost son

I had made sixteen but wouldn’t give him even one

he was an Indian standing in front of the setting sun

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Poverty, oh Poverty, unholy as can beeeeeee

when are you going to set the people free?

Poverty, Poverty, she replies to meeeeeee

“Only when you love me in the Valley Of Democracy”

rawclyde

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text: (copyright clyde collins 1999)

art: movie promo

post editor: spitball fury