Seuss and Poetic Justice (Companion piece to Seuss and Poetic Injustice)

Johnny Von Smit worked long into the night,
Day after day, so the world could be right;
Seeking out books that he thought would offend,
Seeing those books meet their most deserved end.

His work was most noble and won Maisy’s praise;
He knew the procedures and all the best ways
Of protecting the people so no one would hear
Things that would harm them and things they should fear.

For Jonny knew well what was fit for the rest;
He had a true gift and could tell what was best.
He sought out the people who thought the wrong way,
The people who balked and refused to obey.

Jonny made sure the wrong-thinkers were found
And made to wear muzzles and look at the ground;
Jonny was proud of the fruits of his labors,
The generous service he did for his neighbors.

But Jonny was in for some unforeseen stress;
One day all was well, and the next day a mess.
He had just gone to sleep and was starting to snore
When he heard a loud banging upon his front door.

He answered the door and was met by the mob,
And Maisy said, “Jonny, I’m doing my job.
I heard that you said what you ought to have not;
It’s all your own fault, and now this is your lot.”

She ransacked the house, and she went through Jon’s stuff,
But for Maisy such measures were never enough;
She took all Jon’s paper and pencils and pens,
And Jonny saw things through a whole different lens.

And Jonny said “Maisy, I thought we were friends!
I’ve always thought right, Can I just make amends?”
But Maisy said “Jon, you fired, starting now.
You have dared to think things that we can not allow.”

“You are now disinvited to all the best stuff;
You thought the wrong way, now your life will be rough.
We can not allow you to sit at our table
For you’re a wrong-thinker, That is your label.” ”

You won’t play our sports, and you won’t see our shows;
Or eat in our loft, by now everyone knows
That the key to our washroom is strictly reserved
For the right-thinking people for whom it’s deserved.

And Mitzi MacDougal would never permit
A wrong-thinking fellow like Jonny Von Smit
To come to her fabulous hullabaloo;
She has to have standards-What else can she do?”

Jon wanted to warn them, to tell all the people
To stand and fight back, and to stop being sheeple.
But given the chance, Jon had made the wrong choice;
He hadn’t fought back, and he now had no voice.

So Jonny was cancelled while still in his prime;
He had tormented people for such a long time.
And now here he was, helpless and puzzled,
For Jonny, who’d muzzled so many, was muzzled.