The phrase socialist snowplows popped into my head and I expanded it a bit.
Martha told Maggie, while wearing a frown
“Those terrible socialists grind us all down;
They live in resentment, in anger and hate!”
But Maggie says “Honestly, potlucks are great.
“From each by their larders and leisure and skill
To each by their hunger, their bellies to fill
No one keeps count as you move through the line
Honestly, socialist potlucks are fine.”
Martha told Maggie, while icing her cake
“Those socialist grifters do nothing but take;
Utopia comes at a terrible price!”
But Maggie says “Honestly, snowplows are nice.
“The streets must be cleared when the snowflakes have flown
And I couldn’t possibly purchase my own
Here’s where collectives and governments shine—
Honestly, socialist snowplows are fine.”
Martha told Maggie while donning her coat
“Those socialist vampires go for the throat;
They confiscate earnings, then sit back and smirk!”
But Maggie says “Honestly, most programs work.”
Interstates, Parks with their swing-sets and pools,
Social security, Medicare, schools,
Built by collectivists growing a spine;
Honestly, socialist programs are fine.
Martha told Maggie, while loading the car,
“Those socialists—” Maggie said “Stop where you are.
“It’s time to consider—I know this is fraught—
That maybe those socialists aren’t what you thought.
It’s snowing, but we can be happy and proud
The socialist highway was socialist plowed
Let’s drive to the potluck, we’ll talk as we dine
Honestly, socialist potlucks are fine.