A Rational Anthem

My country, ’tis of thee, Sweet land of felony, Of thee I sing— Land where my fathers fried Young witches and applied Whips to the Quaker’s hide And made him spring.

My knavish country, thee, Land where the thief is free, Thy laws I love; I love thy thieving bills That tap the people’s tills; I love thy mob whose will’s All laws above.

Let Federal employees And rings rob all they please, The whole year long. Let office-holders make Their piles and judges rake Our coin. For Jesus’ sake, Let’s all go wrong!