Hilarity from the People's Cube:
'Twas an Occupy Christmas, when all through Zuccotti
Not a creature was stirring, not even the naughty.
Their demands were all sorted and stacked with care,
In hopes that Obama Claus soon would be there.
The Progs lay smug in their makeshift beds,
While hopes of entitlements danced in their heads.
Adorned by those cool proletarian caps,
Most had to sleep near where Comrades had crapped.
When somewhere nearby there arose such a clatter,
They sprang to the street to see what was the matter.
And straight to the barricade bound'ries they dashed,
In hopes their dealer had brought some more hash...
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'Twas an Occupy Christmas, when all through Zuccotti
Not a creature was stirring, not even the naughty.
Their demands were all sorted and stacked with care,
In hopes that Obama Claus soon would be there.
The Progs lay smug in their makeshift beds,
While hopes of entitlements danced in their heads.
Adorned by those cool proletarian caps,
Most had to sleep near where Comrades had crapped.
When somewhere nearby there arose such a clatter,
They sprang to the street to see what was the matter.
And straight to the barricade bound'ries they dashed,
In hopes their dealer had brought some more hash...
Read it all
