Say It Again, Uncle Sam
I am not ditto I am not ditto I am
not ditto but I am da funk, da funk.
I am not ditto nor ditto nor
any defunct ditto machine
gun, firing silence
into minds, cavernous mines
dittoing echoes, echoing dittos.
I’m friendly, barbaric, and kind--
a bibulous Biblicist, homophobic homilist—
bibliophobic and blind,
misanthropic, Messianic,
et cetera, ditto, et cetera.
Hey, ditto, ditto dum, ditto dee.
I pledge allegiance to the Almighty
dollar; in our flag we trust, united,
untied, nuclear and unclear—just like Sam
to a dyslexic Hispanic simply means
more, ditto more and ditto more.
I am not ditto I am not ditto I am
not ditto but I am da funk, da funk.
I am not ditto nor ditto nor
any defunct ditto machine
gun, firing silence
into minds, cavernous mines
dittoing echoes, echoing dittos.
I’m friendly, barbaric, and kind--
a bibulous Biblicist, homophobic homilist—
bibliophobic and blind,
misanthropic, Messianic,
et cetera, ditto, et cetera.
Hey, ditto, ditto dum, ditto dee.
I pledge allegiance to the Almighty
dollar; in our flag we trust, united,
untied, nuclear and unclear—just like Sam
to a dyslexic Hispanic simply means
more, ditto more and ditto more.
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