To the Socialists of All Parties

I'm sick of your conservatism, sick

Of all your hatred of the changing world --

Dismal, wicked, that's all it has become --

A pitiful misanthropy that lies

It loves all of mankind but licks its chops

At thoughts of power over everyone.

Let's go to the savanna, take a vote--

The termites win! The aardvarks starve to death,

The holes of aardvarks can't be turned to dens,

The smaller predators lose all their young,

The smaller prey eat all the seeds -- the drought

Kills plants that cannot then replace themselves --

The ecosystem then collapses, death

Makes desert lands and herds all die, and death

Kills off the lions, leopards, cheetahs -- death

Then visits all the termites who now starve

From lack of plants they used to always eat

And now are gone with socialism's win.

Perhaps a friendly strongman should replace

These stupid voters -- they can't seem to choose

Their socialism with democracy

And do it right -- hyena's always laugh,

Perhaps we ought to put such cheerful things

In charge. Hyenas get the lions, leopards

To join in killing cheetahs off, then lions

Kill off the leopards, too, and fail to see

The pattern. Laughing, the hyenas turn

The smaller predators against the lions

Whose brutal actions fill them all with fear.

And thus the lions are brought down, the last

To die brings out the dark hyenas' laugh

As they wipe out the smaller predators.

And thus the cruel hyenas come to rule

The prey in peace and grow hyena numbers,

Eating at will the herbivores they rule

Until their populations start to crash.

And once the prey has gone extinct, the prey

Becomes hyenas for hyenas -- death

Has found its way in savagery again.

I'm sick of your conservatism, sick

Of all your hatred of the changing world --

Dismal, wicked, that's all it has become --

A pitiful misanthropy that lies

It loves all of mankind but licks its chops

At thoughts of power over everyone.