To a Marxist Dying Old
The first two stanzas of a parody of A. E. Housman's
"To an Athlete Dying Young," written by Dr. Sanity and copied on YARGB (YARGB link is to entire blog -- permalink broken):
That time in the sixties you made your point
And celebrated with a joint;
Protesters stood cheering by,
And everyone of them was high.
To-day, you dwell within that past,
Desperate that your theories last,
But sadly, they have been debunked,
And Marx himself has been depunked.
Go to either blog to admire and smile at the rest of this fine piece of verse.
"To an Athlete Dying Young," written by Dr. Sanity and copied on YARGB (YARGB link is to entire blog -- permalink broken):
That time in the sixties you made your point
And celebrated with a joint;
Protesters stood cheering by,
And everyone of them was high.
To-day, you dwell within that past,
Desperate that your theories last,
But sadly, they have been debunked,
And Marx himself has been depunked.
Go to either blog to admire and smile at the rest of this fine piece of verse.
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