Your daily Catonian limericks, twin ditties on the subject of oligarchy vs. the mob:

An unaccountable few
Tell the rest of us how to do.
Unchosen - our betters -
They make us all debtors.
Don’t you wish you could vote them out, too?

But:

The dreck-fed, teevee-fuddled many
Will sell you their votes for a twenny.
With suckers this dense
What need to make sense?
Go ahead! Buy a pound for a penny.

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