He’s a red one
With sickle and hammer
So hated, his kind I know
Reads Marxist manifestos
With Mao’s quotations on the side
He’s not so bad
A fair friend economically
Sticks it to the man
Others want him up a tree
With a noose around his neck
He’s a strange boy
Not a bad boy
A socialist to me
-10/11/07
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