Rubber Truncheon

Democracy III (Lament for the Hanging of Mussolini)

A mag with revolution'ry drive
Imagine it's 1935
Seems so real, p'raps I'm pissed
You can choose twixt Nazi and Communist

Choose twixt peaked cap and beret
Choose to laude Ivan or Jerry
Choose the fasces or the star
Choose which social group to bar

You always get full employment
But frowned upon is enjoyment
Liquidate some deeps and shallows
Shirkers always get the gallows

So p'raps these were the same thing
T'is time for reality bell to ring
T'would be nice to have back today
Kill 'parasites' for higher pay

But great 'democracy' we be
T'is no room for likes of me
Nowadays try as I might
I just can't synthesise left and right