Ode To The D P S A Poem by Margaret Alice Second

That magic feeling - of existential well-being –
made us feel great!

It's a strange, strange world that we live in, DPSA
It's a very strange world and we thank you, DPSA

You told us how to cook the books,
we wanted to give you bad looks,
but when we really started to cook,
that magic feeling - - of existential well-being –
made us feel great!

It's a strange, strange world we live in, DPSA
You taught us all we know and we’ll never
look back - You took several LIES right out of
the sky - and taught us how to use them as the
years went by - To tie up government problems
and make them look neat, then to sell them
to the public in the street

It's a strange, strange world we live in, DPSA
It's a very strange world and we thank you, DPSA
You taught us the way you'd like everything to be
And I'd like to see that the public agrees
It's all very interesting the way you disguise
Performance agreements where truth becomes lies
Now we’ll never see the world through our own eyes
It's a very strange world and we thank you, DPSA

It's a strange, strange world that we live in, DPSA
We thank you for giving us an alternative universe
with new job descriptions - chapter and verse

It’s a strange strange world that we live in
and we thank you, DPSA

It's a strange, strange world where we’re
guided to lies by the Department of Public
Service Administration’s Private Eyes

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[Curtain goes up]

Stage directions: A large group of Government Officials in the
foreground are cooking the books, then climb up – elegantly –
onto their desks and start singing: “It's a strange, strange world
that we live in, DPSA”

- While a second group of government officials in the background
start singing]

“All I want is freedom, a world with no more lies…”

[Then another figure in the background chimes in– ]

“Hold my hand, I’m a stranger in Paradise…”

[Then a third person, black burka-clad, only a Gaddafi army hat
showing above the face mask, starts singing: ]

“I did it my way, regrets, I had a few, but then again, too few
to mention” –

[A fourth voice joins in while an Edith-Piaf look-alike walks
on stage: ]

“Non, rien de rien, non je ne regrette rien….”

[While the officials in the foreground are singing
“Ode to the DPSA”]