Workers' Girder! Getcher Workers Girder!

[weepiper]

Comrades! The time has come to say good night. I have to be up at 6 to toil in the cauldron of capitalism.

Ask not for whom The Bomb tolls, but what you can do for The Bomb.

 

[frogwoman]

I can subtitle that if you give me the words to put on it.

Favelado?

 

[Hocus Eye.]

It's a pisstake of pretty much every group on the left lol

Only if you don't understand the need for a Workers' Bomb. To those of us who want to change the balance of power in our favour, it is in deadly earnest. The jokes are a sinister distraction to deter the Establishment. Let them think that it is merely a parody until they feel the heat of the hell that we unleash upon the Old Regime. There will be no need of graveyards to recall the story. One flash and they are ash.

 

[JimW]

We will all go together comrades when we go.

Will ye go, combabe go?
And we'll all go together,
Counted down in workers' time
By our band of chuckling brothers.

 

[weepiper]

Will ye go, combabe go?
And we'll all go together,
Counted down in workers' time
By our band of chuckling brothers.

I will build my love a bomb
By yon cool crystal reactorcoolingchamber
And around it I will pile
All the enemies o' the worker
Will ye go, combabe, go?

 

[JimW]

I will build my love a bomb?

Genius

 

[DotCommunist]

Just how long would it take to march from Sellafield/Dounreay to Fukishima? Months, right?

Lets not forget the detour at the Bikini Atoll

 

[weepiper]

Genius

Proletarian Democracy should release a Valentine's Day missive.

 

[Libertad]

Building the folk tradition of the Workers' Bomb. Good work combabes.

 

[JimW]

Proletarian Democracy should release a Valentine's Day missive.

Doctrine Strangelove.

 

[frogwoman]

Valentines' day promotes a consciousness as false as the beef the bourgeoisie put in our beefburgers

 

[DotCommunist]

The grey sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-life large and ionised;
And the startled little waves that radiate
In fiery ringlets from their sleep,
As I gain the cove with pushing bomb,
And quench its speed i' the slushy cooling rods.

II
Then a mile of warm scented hiroshima ;
Three fields to cross till a click-click appears;
A tap at the counter, the quick sharp gasp
And blue spurt of a vomit with teeth,
And a voice less loud, thro' its joys and fears,
Than the two bombs beating each to each!

 

[weepiper]

Roses are red like our glorious flag, violets are blue like the Smurfs secretly indoctrinating children to our glorious cause
Sugar is sweet like the tears of our enemies when they are crushed beneath our heel, and I love you.

 

[frogwoman]

Roses are red and so is the colour of the proletarian revolution

 

[JimW]

No chance of a bit of bourgeois deviation, I suppose?

 

[frogwoman]

I'll be your first and you'll be my last.
My world, my everything, till my time has past.
I will always love you until the end of time.
CRUSH THE BOURGEOISIE

 

[frogwoman]

I would actually be really glad to get a poem like that

 

[Favelado]

Favelado?

Yeah. I did nothing about it.

 

[Favelado]

Should I try and write a full script?

 

[frogwoman]

If you want go for it!

 

[JimW]

O my Luve 's like a red, red flag
That 's brandished by a throng:
O my Luve 's like the melodie
of a Chuckle Brothers' song!

As fair art thou, my bomber lass,
So deep in luve am I:
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry:

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
Inevitable side-effects,
When we drop the workers' bomb.

And fare thee weel, my only Luve,
And fare thee weel a while!
But steer clear of those Spartacists,
Their dialectic's truly vile.

apols to cmbbe Robbie "Third Degree" Burns

 

[weepiper]

O my Luve 's like a red, red flag
That 's brandished by a throng:
O my Luve 's like the melodie
of a Chuckle Brothers' song!

As fair art thou, my bomber lass,
So deep in luve am I:
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry:

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
Inevitable side-effects,
When we drop the workers' bomb.

And fare thee weel, my only Luve,
And fare thee weel a while!
But steer clear of those Spartacists,
Their dialectic's truly vile.

apols to cmbbe Robbie "Third Degree" Burns

excellent I had only got as far as 'my love is like a red, red throat that's newly cut in June'

 

[frogwoman]

My love is not like the aristos toppled from their throne

 

[JimW]

excellent I had only got as far as 'my love is like a red, red throat that's newly cut in June'

With his dry seas and melted rocks, Rab was clearly a prophet of workers' bomb time!

 

[Favelado]

If you want go for it!

I need 24 hours. I'll be back.

 

[sihhi]

Roses are red, Violets are blue, I'm gonna kill you with a neutron bomb too.

 

[Hocus Eye.]

Roses are red, violets are blue
That can't be right, it just isn't true

Violets are violet, roses are red
Stuff all the poetry, let's go to bed.

 

[Pickman's model]

Roses are red
violets are blue
some rhymes rhyme
but this one doesn't

 

[Athos]

Some say that love is like a weight,
Like being crushed by the state.
They also tell me that it feels,
Like being ground under capitalists' heels.
But when I gaze into your eyes,
How I feel my proletariat rise.
I know that if you'll be with me,
Together we'll smash the bourgeoisie.

 

[Athos]

Their losses will eclipse the Somme,
When we drop the Workers' Bomb.
As bosses die of radiation,
The workers will rise in elation.
Only then can we be free,
To live in love - you and me.