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Won’t do for cooks,
When the famine comes.
Shiny shoes,
Soaked in stew,
Will make the children glum.
Exchanging Gold for Bread,
Or Silk for Milk, instead —
As spokesmen chit
& anchors chatter
Tellin’ nations what’s the matter …
SpaghettiOs,
Like old Van Goghs,
Will cost a million dollars.
Dried-grass tea,
Served with fleas,
Will make the hungry holler.
Exchanging Gold for Bread,
Or Silk for Milk, instead —
As spokesmen chit
& anchors chatter
Tellin’ old folks what’s the matter …
Sipping juice,
Made from spruce,
Will taste like turpentine.
Cardboard pulp,
Bought in bulk?
Let’s chew on, as we dine.
Watching people die —
Saucers in their eyes —
As spokesmen chit
& anchors chatter,
Licking crumbs from party platters.
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