Get Him Outta Here

Get him outta here. Get him out.
He’s disrupting my party,
He’s no fun. Make him run.
Go on, get him outta here.

The intruder heckled harder,
He fought tooth and nail,
For every laser beam nourished him,
Each knockout punch seemed to rally him.

And the Party team defended,
Fought each foray as viciously as the attack.
Like family, like care givers, the Party members
Rallied round and nursed the Party,
Like nurses and doctors
Who don’t want to give up and lose a life,
They laboured on, and the “Heckler” lost some ground.

Scientist and doctors, the police,
All stepped up,
Knocked him down and dragged the Heckler out.
Again, And again. And the Heckler would not give up.
And all the people cheered each time he went down.

Get him outta here

“Get him outta here. Get him out.
Get him out.”

But at the next Party rally,
The Heckler—and his crowd—returned.
He countered every policy, each good intention
To protect the Party first
And make it well again.
He was persistent and the Party
Could not find a way to make him stay away.

They could only cry “Get him outta here.
Get him out.” And they got many Heckler helpers out.
But some subversive few disguised themselves
And sat as poison yet to spread.

And did the Heckler ever leave
On his own accord?
Did he “get outta” there?
No, he just grew stronger with the fight,
Drew his will in tight, won more Hecklers
And he destroyed the party’s brain centre.
He was a cancer in their midst.
Each time he returned, he
Was much the stronger one,
And the Party ran out of arguments.
It was losing support.

The Heckler rejoiced. He thrived on despair.
It was like manna from heaven for him.

And the Party?

They buried him today.
They said he’d been a very strong man
But that nobody could defeat the Heckler.
They said it was not the Alzheimer’s
That killed him, but complications
From double pneumonia.
He is survived by his wife of sixty years,
Three sons, two daughters, sixteen sweet
Grand-children, two brothers and a sister.

Now the younger brother Party has a Heckler
And they all rally round and cry,
“Get him outta here. Get him out!
He’s not wanted here, get him out. ”

CREDITS: Top picture – http://imrozsworld.blogspot.ca/2012/07/run-away.html
Bottom picture – https://visualsonline.cancer.gov/details.cfm?imageid=2370
– This image is in the public domain and can be freely reused.
Creator: Susan Arnold (Photographer);
AV Number: AV-8810-3685-C