Sudetenland Tales by Edward Drobinski - HTML preview

Sudetenland Tales

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possibly due to their flawed existence not including a sexual component, making them lovers of the old ultr-violence. The hybrid humans with brain chips (Chippers) joined the cause because they were instructed to. Indians (Street Shitters) flocked, apparently seeking to widen their leading gap in US income, not through more advantageous locations for their 7-11’s, but rather through a continued maximazation of H1-B visas, used to replace higher paid, White, US workers on the Musk Farm.

Maggie's Farm

Bob Dylan

I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more

No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more

Well, I wake up in the morning, fold my hands and pray for rain

I got a head full of ideas that are drivin' me insane

It's a shame, the way she makes me scrub the floor

I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more

No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more

Well, he hands you a nickel, he hands you a dime

He asks you with a grin if you're havin' a good time

Then he fines you every time you slam the door

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more

No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more

Well, he puts his cigar out in your face, just for kicks

His bedroom window, it is made out of bricks

The National Guard stands around his door

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more

No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more

Well, she talks to all the servants about man and God and law

Everybody says she's the brains behind pa

She's sixty-eight, but she says she's fifty-four