Some of you Wisconsin Kossacks will recognize the folks, the woozle and the building in this pic:
The little white dog and I
took a stroll up to the Statehouse
to see about the troubles there.
The people were singing inside.
The people were singing outside.
The governor's men hate music.
The people sang of truth.
The people sang of justice.
The governor's men didn't sing.
The people cried out for dignity.
The people cried out for decency.
The governor's men said "Huh?"
The people shouted "Shame!"
The people shouted "Travesty!"
The governor's men said "Wut?"
The people shined a light.
The people sang for workers.
The governor's men were annoyed.
They called out all their Pinkertons.
They called out all their goons.
They dragged the people from the Statehouse,
down to dungeon rooms.
They slapped people with pink paper,
the kind that never sticks.
They made up rules to suit their whims
for they are shameless pricks.
The people sang of overcoming
and sang of solidarity.
They sang of better days ahead
with joyful truth and clarity
The white dog wasn't fooled.
He did not need a permit
to scratch his ear and yip his yawp
when candles of truth were lit.
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The latest reliable reporting from Madison, (WORT - FM)
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