John Mclost Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

John McLame you will have to concede indeed
all your hopes have been thrown in the blender,
as the country is badly and highly in need
you must tender your total surrender.

You have not been accepted, no hero you are
as you made propaganda in Nam,
go and visit a typical Veterans' Bar
where the people still love Uncle Sam,

they will tell you, get lost you were not one of us
as you sat with your enemy bosses,
when they freed us we travelled by prison camp bus
while the army was counting its losses.

As an admiral's son you were handled with gloves
special foods were the pay for your work,
did they force you McVain, were you one of the doves
is it true when they call you a jerk?

You're no hero, 'my friend', neither then nor today,
opportunists with money don't care,
it's the ego that lights for you villains the way
you are never quite willing to share.

Screw the plumbers and those with no money to burn
let them starve or perhaps eat cheap cake,
they must slave and in time they'll be happy to learn
that the wealth of a few is at stake.

We will never share dough with the starving, oh no,
it's a socialist trick, so watch out,
let me speak as I watch my portfolio grow
it is caviar for me, never trout.