On time for once...

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My father dreamt one night of fascist cops
Sidelining him, like Kafka's Josef K.;
By flashing lights and sirens cowed, he stops
The Beetle, asks them what's amiss, and they
Reply, "You know precisely what you've done."
He woke up drenched in sweat. Mid-'70s
This was, of course: Kent State had just begun
To fade from view, and governmental sleaze
Had not yet reached its Reagan-Milken heights:
Quite as pernicious a pathology
As that which claimed Dad's liver, heart, and lights.
Thus poisoned, Dad enthusiastically
Gave Shrub the first vote he had ever cast.
(Sith all Three Stooges had already passed.)