A word out of season Of vapid unreason May seem mere political twaddle at best; But this thing needs abatement If, with each wild statement It mean`s that a cool quarter million`s gone West. What millions are pouring While, raving and roaring, Not only John Lang, but a dozen or more Political brothers Outshouting the others With rhetoric costly are taking the floor? In mood apathetic We hear energetic But futile economists voicing their views; And little attention We give the dissension Until we awoke to this dread bit of news. Now, what are we paying For all this dull braying? Beyond computation the vast millions heap, Till we`re yearing to shackle This mad, costly cackle With curses for him who said talking was cheap.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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