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Won't you help support DayPoems? Mr. BlockBy Joe Hill1879.10.7-1915.9.19Please give me your attention, I'll introduce to you A man that is a credit to "Our Red White and Blue," His head is made of lumber, and solid as a rock; He is a common worker and his name is Mr. Block. And Block he thinks he may Be President some day. CHORUS: Oh Mr. Block, you were born by mistake, You take the cake, you make me ache. Tie a rock on your block and then jump in the lake, Kindly do that for Liberty's sake. Yes, Mr. Block is lucky; he found a job, by gee! The sharks got seven dollars, for job and fare and fee. They shipped him to a desert and dumped him with his truck, But when he tried to find his job, he sure was out of luck, He shouted, "That's too raw, I'll fix them with the law." Block hiked back to the city, but wasn't doing well. He said "I'll join the union -- the great A. F. of L." He got a job next morning, got fired in the night, He said, "I'll see Sam Gompers and he'll fix that foreman right." Sam Gompers said, "You see, You've got our sympathy." Election day he shouted, "A Socialist for Mayor!" The "comrade" got elected, he happy was for fair, But after the election he got an awful shock, A great big socialistic Bull did rap him on the block. And Comrade Block did sob, "I helped him to his job." The money kings in Cuba blew up the gunboat Maine, But Block got awful angry and blamed it all on Spain. He went right in the battle and there he lost his leg. And now he's peddling shoestrings and is walking on a peg. He shouts, "Remember Maine, Hurrah! To hell with Spain!" Poor Block he died one evening, I'm very glad to state, He climbed the golden ladder up to the pearly gate. He said, "Oh Mister Peter, one word I'd like to tell, I'd like to meet the Astorbilts and John D Rockefell." Old Pete said, "Is that so? You'll meet them down below." DayPoems Poem No. 2466 Comment on DayPoems? If you are like us, you have strong feelings about poetry, and about each poem you read. Let it all out! Comment on this poem, any poem, DayPoems, other poetry places or the art of poetry at DayPoems Feedback. Won't you help support DayPoems? Click here to learn more about how you can keep DayPoems on the Web . . . Copyright The DayPoems web site, www.daypoems.net, is copyright 2001-2005 by Timothy K. Bovee. All rights reserved. The authors of poetry and other material appearing on DayPoems retain full rights to their work. Any requests for publication in other venues must be negotiated separately with the authors. The editor of DayPoems will gladly assist in putting interested parties in contact with the authors. |
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