The Man In The Corner Poem by Gerald Hanners

Florida couldn't count the votes
And the nine in robes dashed our hopes
And the man in the corner
Said, 'Praise the Lord! '

The Father, the Son and the Holy Roller
All said, 'You can't count them over! '
And the man in the corner
Said, 'Praise the Lord! '

The hypocrites had their day
When the blind lost their way
And the man in the corner
Said, 'Praise the Lord! '

The front man placed the package on the table
And slowly he was able
To unwrap the prize within.
He lifted a stolen mirror
That reflected a superior
Smirk that became an idiotic grin.

Now, we'll capture the treasure
That we have long been after!
And the man in the corner
Said, 'Praise the Lord! '

The second man
Said, 'Fire the rockets
And line my pockets! '
And the man in the corner
Said, 'Praise the Lord! '

The darkness became light
With the bombs in flight
And the man in the corner
Said, 'Praise the Lord! '

They silenced their critics
With patriotic polemics
And the man in the corner
Said, 'Praise the Lord! '

They tapped the phones and read the mail
And any who were suspect went to jail
And the man in the corner
Said, 'Praise the Lord! '

It happened while you slept,
The statue actually wept
And the man in the corner
Said, 'Praise the Lord! '

And when the aristocrats had it all
They built a towering wall
To keep the peasants out!
And some said they heard a shout...
From the corner...
Where once there was a man
Who said,
'Praise the Lord! '