Lotsa Limericks - It Couldn't be Verse
1. Big Brother
Big Brother's protecting his mice
with a secret eavesdropping device.
If you hang up the phone
he'll send in a drone
when a warrant won't really suffice.
The internet's meant to be free
for all, such as you, such as me.
But now there's some doubt -
will it lose all its clout
with the death of neutrality's spree?
'twas surely our forefather's dread
all our emails would someday be read.
Now that push comes to shove
by the powers above -
private thoughts must now stay in our head.
Guantanamo bay's a resort
where fishing's a fabulous sport -
with your back on a board
tepid water is poured
wringing tales for a kangaroo court.
To bountiful bailouts give thanks
for there's nothing much richer than banks -
making money galore
taking homes from the poor
while managing mortgaging pranks.
If you live in the States don't get sick
(lest a cut of the upper class clique).
If you suddenly fall ill
all they'll offer's a pill -
if you're lucky you'll surely die quick.
Our economy's doing just fine
lying dead with a slug in the spine.
So follow the call
where there's money for all
and profit's the bottom-most line.
Now police vigilantism's wide spread -
but not justice… not even a shred.
The avengers of right
are still stalking the night
so beware of a cap in the head.