Am I Alone in Thinking
Am I alone in thinking
Our Nation is a stinking
Morass of sex and drinking?
Vile convicts, fetters clinking,
Child rapists, slyly slinking,
Then gone, as fast as blinking,
Immoral danseuses prinking
In musquash or in mink, in
Their limousines of pink, in
Their strings of jewels winking,
Dear God, we're sinking, sinking,
Perhaps our minds are shrinking,
So many miles of ink, in
Green Waterman's or Quink, in
So many letters linking.
Am I alone in thinking?
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