Poem for the court of Bavaria with apologies to Baron Macauley

XXVII

Baron Macauley

Then out spake prim Horatius Hummer,

The Censor of the Gate:

"To every poor in this bucolic province
Buttfuck cometh soon or late.

And how can man do better
When facing fearful speech,
Than shutting down computers,
And all unpleasant speech."

XXVIII

"As for the captious thoughts
That so inspired him,
Best send some cops to confiscate
The box that feeds his flame
It matters not what they think,
It's crimethink anyhow,
Call cops if disagreement
May somehow spread its wings.

XXIX

"Haul down the net, Oh Judges,
With all the speed ye may;
And bend the law so playful,
We stifle all bad speech,
If people won't obey us,
And question our norms,
We forge them to our purpose,
Which is the God of Exports,
At ever lower coins.

XXX

Then out spake Spurius Preussius;
A Bajuvarian proud was he:
"Lo, I will stand at thy right hand,
And keep all charge from thee."
A land in need of low-cost labor;
Deserves all tricky feats:
"I will abide and twist the law,
And keep the bridge with thee."

inspiration by @popehat