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The black bastard shirts from South Philadelphia
Who parked cars in the middle of Broad
Knew of a sickness that was a love of the lungs,
and declared we were not so different
from the eighteenth century. Again we courted legions
from the cradle of liberty to a feverish early grave,

did all the hard work, then screwed it all up somehow
so that guys from Boston could come to town and show us how to do it better,
a city full of first-class second-raters.

Hizzoner was right to be afraid of the Reds.
They did come to town that year, and terrorized the very best of us.

Ah well. If nothing else, we had our pride, if not our freedom.