﻿When LABOR use of POWER sprned 
And to the use of Pleas returned 
The Soul of Freemen BURNED! 
When not a wheel or swivel turned 
And no propeller water churned 
It irked the Thinkers, learned! 
When NONE the ray of Light discerned 
And congress in the night adjourned 
A Jackass stood and YEARNED! 

No profits did accrue, unearned. 
To all the nuts herein concerned 
And all because of power spurned! 

A moral herein ought to be 
If one could only — only see. 

When none by wisdom was oppressed. 
But by fantastie lights caressed 
And by a row of haunts possessed. 
Activity lost zest. 
When many single soul was blessed 
With blue-prints that could stand a test 
And every thinking mortal guessed. 
Industry came to rest. 
Philosophers gazed down their vest 
And cleared their throats and scratched their crest. 
Grandiloquently then confessed: 
“We believe it’s for the best!” 
And none conveitions urge digressed. 
Nor dared the deadly scourge molest, 
Nor cared the monster to divest 
Of its fell will to jest. 
Then rose a modest wobbly man 
And opening his stately pan 
Said: Fellow Workers, here’s a Plan 
That’s guaranteed to free your “Nan”, 
Remove from you the slavish tan 
And clear your ears of smut and bran: 
You take and ORGANIZE AS ONE. 
To live or die as ALL or NONE; 
You Do that, and the Thing is Done! 
Without the use of prayer or gun 
The matter will have had his fun! 
The “blowless brawl” it lost and won! 

The idiots thought otherwise. 
Refused point-blank to organize 
As every normal should; 
They much preferred high sounding lies 
And every busted dream that flies. 
From get-rich-quick Flossie’s eyes— 
Oh Lord! O, what a brood! 
To THEM the outfit was “too good” 
THEY needed NOTHING in the hood— 
For they had FAITH in wood: 
A queer and quaint pernicious mood 
And very little understood; 
That fibre in the derby could 
Produce a row of wealth and food. 

Just as we protest our unworthiness a lowbrowed wobblie suggests “mebbe Slim you were an innocent victim of general surveillance and the shadows mistook you for another hoosier?” 
He ruined my day—such impertinance! There isn’t a spark of diplomacy, in his battery.