But we don't want socialism

Ten 'til "Seven" (actually Six) o'clock and no hint of sun. The weak, waning moon barely lights the overcast. Cool and quiet. Feels like trick-or-treating weather!

Govt runs the trains.
Govt runs the roads.
Govt runs the schools.
Govt decides what we eat.
Govt decides why we own.
Govt runs the friggin' clocks!
But we don't want socialism.