My great-grandfather wrote this poem, which was published on October 11, 1934 in the Gary Post-Tribune in Gary, IN.
The politician’s day is here,
I think I’ll join the clan,
And here’s my platform that is sure
To please most any man.
I promise you I’ll legislate;
I’ll work with all my might
That spooners in my district will
Have moonlight every night.
And winter coal bills are a drag
Upon my people dear,
And so I’ll legislate to have
The summer all the year.
And apple trees and succotash,
And pork-chop vines and lard;
We’ll get free seeds from Washington
To plant in every yard.
These unemployment days are done;
We’ll lick this thing by gosh,
And all be making money if
We do each other’s wash.
Of course you think this silly stuff;
But just the same, my dears,
It’s like the promises we’ve had
For years and years and years.
— Sic Vita
Not much has changed since then…..but I guess that’s the whole point of the poem anyway.