Dear Dumb Dad
W. W. McClintock, maternal grandfather of frequent Pajamas Media contributor Charlie Martin, was born in the Choctaw Nation in about 1894. After a short and notably unsuccessful career as an Indian Bad Man, and a consequent interval in Mexico, he served in the U.S. Navy, became an inventor, entrepreneur, part owner of the Southern San Luis Valley Railroad, and rancher in the San Luis Valley in Colorado. He died in 1958.
"Dear Dumb Dad"
By W. W. McClintock
My father, poor misguided gent,
Wasted his life -- a life misspent
By working hard and working late
From 6 A.M. till way past eight.
Poor Dad! He'd fume and fret and toil
And burn the blooming midnight oil
For nothing but a little cash
To buy the daily beans and hash.
Poor Dad! He was so mild and meek
He'd work six days in every week
And 14 hours every day
To try to keep the wolf away.
Now father, meaning well, but dumb,
Amassed a rather tidy sum
With which he planned to buy some beers
To brighten his declining years.
Then the NEW DEAL came; simple Dad!
Who worked so hard for all he had
Awoke one morn to find that he
Was now a public enemy.
A louse, a Scrooge, a national cyst!
An economic royalist!
So Dad, industrious but dumb,
Is now the source from which will come
The coin to buy the gasoline
For some poor underdog's machine.
To bring the more abundant life
To every loafer and his wife.
From Dad will be extracted sums
For radios to ease the hells
Of all the chronic ne'er-do-wells:
For booze, so labor's little Nell
Can tell the boss to go to hell.
Poor Dad, a faithful, trustful goon,
Was born just 30 years to soon.
A moral lurks along the hall
In all this fancy fol-derol,
And it is this: That any cheat
Who says you ought to work to eat,
Is simply nuts, out of his head--
Sit on your tail or stay in bed,
The government will see, by gad,
That you get yours from chumps like Dad!
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