Who Killed Good Sense?
Here
lies Good Sense,
Dead
and cold;
This
book his end
Who
Killed Good Sense?
I
said the Civilian
When
I followed the Conning Composer
I
killed Good Sense
Who
saw him die?
I
said the racist
With
my blind hatred
I
saw him die
Who
caught his blood?
I
said the Newsman
In
my camera lens
I
caught his blood
Who’ll
make the Shroud?
I
said the Editor
With
my newspaper
I’ll
make the shroud
Who’ll
dig his grave?
I
said the Columnist
With
my lunatic ravings
I’ll
dig his grave
Who’ll
be the Parson?
I
said the Magistrate
I
set the Druggies free
I’ll
be the Parson
Who’ll
be the Clerk?
I
said the Hustler
If
there’s a raise
I’ll
be the clerk
Who’ll
carry the Light?
I
said the comic
This
is farcical tragic
I’ll
carry the Light
Who’ll
be Chief Mourner?
I
said the Pragmatist
I
will miss Good Sense
I’ll
be Chief Mourner
Who’ll
carry the Coffin?
I
said the Parliamentarian
With
my duty free ride
I’ll
carry the coffin
Who’ll
bear the pall?
I
said the Child
Your
mistakes are my burdens
I’ll
carry the pall
Who’ll
sing the psalm?
I
said Mozart
I
can carry a tune
I’ll
sing the psalm
Who’ll
toll the bell?
I
said the Snoozer
On
Facebook I can
I’ll
toll the bell
All
the citizens of the land
fell
a-sighing and a-sobbing,
when
they heard the bell toll
for
poor Good Sense.
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