DEMOCRAT DIALOG
Father. Must I go to work?
No, my lucky son.
We're living now on Easy Street
On dough from Washington.
We've left it up to Uncle Sam,
So don't get exercised.
Nobody has to give a damn-
We've all been subsidized.
But if Sam treats us so well
And feeds us milk and honey,
Please, daddy, tell me what the hell
They're going to use for money.
Don't worry, bub, that not a hitch
In this here noble plan-
They simply soak the filthy rich
To help the common man.
But, father won't there come a time
When they run out of cash