RKS Poetry Anthology (All We Get Are The Coffee Grinds): The Good Old Days When the Berlin Wall Was Standing

The Good Old Days When the Berlin Wall Was Standing

Being a Party member is a daunting responsibility

Although being truthful the proletarian view us with undeserved hostility

Daring to compare us to a new sort of nobility

What a scheming lack of capitalist civility!

We serve our mighty land and people

Merely a short Zil ride from the Kremlin steeple

We labour day and night in offices even in farthest Georgia

The wonderful land of Comrade Stalin

Just because we have a five room flat off the square

Just illustrates how much for the people we care

Why then your sarcastic stare?

A Zil with a chauffeur

Is provided because I’m no loafer

After all transportation is required to meet with Iraqi foreign minster Mr. Soffer

I am nothing but a hard-working man

So why the snarky comments about my Black Sea tan?

And that expensive Swiss fan

And my suits from France

Well, they are needed for an occasional diplomatic prance

Not for my own personal prestige to enhance

Toiling so busily for the good of the masses we require our own stores

Not because of corrupt mores

That you dare suggest make us rotten to the core

We remain members of the proletarian kind

And your never-ending litany of unfounded accusations are but a figment of a duped mind

To brazenly suggest to a bourgeoise lifestyle we have fell

I respectfully say you can go to Hell

Ask any of our folk

Suggest to them we have unwarranted privileges and they’ll take it as a ill humoured joke

And perhaps deliver a warning poke

We are no different from them

Our happy youth would heartily agree

if not

Do you think I would expel them to a cold Siberian degree

This damn Solzhenitsyn chap has created an awful flap

With his groundless crap

But our censors gave his knuckles a good rap

So he was exiled from our map

Every citizen is free like me

Oh, why can’t you see through the propaganda of the CIA

And for once agree with me?

All we do is administer

And if the skilled like me can be a Politburo minister

What the hell is so sinister?

Robert K. Stephen