My grandfather couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket but he loved to sing. He used to hum this and belt out the refrain while leading his scout troop through the woods. I’m not sure if he knew it was an IWW standard.
I would rather be a bum than work for a company that requires workers to be injected with an experimental drug with a very sketchy history in defiance of the constitution, Nuremburg code and sound medical ethics.
I would rather be a bum than pay 50% or more of what I earn to a regime as bogus and corrupt as this American version of globalist totalitarianism and it’s partners at all levels, including the medical cartel. They can’t take what I don’t have.
I know just the song to sing.
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