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A Cashless Economy

Labor is the way to Venezuela;
For socialism is their stock in trade.
Pink or red — one’s just a little paler;
Don’t let them in — you’ll see your freedoms fade.
They’ve been in power before and how we paid
For their mismanagement — the crippling debt,
The mess these mad misguided wreckers made.
They say they’ll pay you not to work? Don’t bet
Your life on it — those workers who now sweat
And earn to pay your way will lose their jobs,
And then the vote you cast you may regret.
Somebody has to make what Labor robs,
Or one day they will go to raid their stash,
And find that they have run right out of cash.

— D.N. O’Brien