Incivism

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Incivism

“He’s no good citizen!” the crowd

Of politicians cries aloud.

“How so?” says one.

“Because⁠—why, curse

The man! while we deplete his purse

Some air contentedly he hums,

Or twiddles his incivic thumbs.”

“What more could you desire?”

“The whelp!

We want him to stand in and help.”

“Two crowds contend, his purse to twist

Away⁠—pray which should he assist?”

“It matters not whose hand unsacks

His shekels, for we all go snacks.”