Seeking ancient satire and modern satire.

The ancient satirical poem Bo Qinhuai Du Mu, a calligrapher in the Tang Dynasty, smoked a cage of gauze cigarettes on the cold river and stayed near Qinhuai Restaurant for the night. Businessmen don't know how to hate their country, but they still sing "backyard flowers" across the river. Li Shen, the prime minister of the Tang Dynasty, planted a millet in spring and harvested 10,000 in autumn. There is no waste of heaven and earth, and the toiling peasants are still starving to death. Yuefu folk songs are literati, but they don't know books. Cha Xiaolian, father separated. Cold element is as naive as mud, and high soldiers are as timid as chickens. "Miscellaneous Works" Dong Yingju, assistant minister of the Ministry of Industry in the Ming Dynasty, was a small official and a big official, enjoying himself. If you can do this, you won't be a dutiful son. "Egret" Tang Geng, a poet in the Northern Song Dynasty, said that the egret in front of the door will be heard from now on. The gentleman intends to get rid of the party, while Party A and Party B beg for fear of the monarch. The owner of modern satire wants to resign.

Author: Mafanto

My dear public servant!

Thank you for telling me the owner's name.

I feel very scared,

At the same time, I think you have a good time!

Obviously, you are a high-ranking adult,

Obviously, I am a humble person,

You give the order, I'll fight for it.

Say you are a public servant and I am the master?

I live in the stable, you live in the hall,

I eat bones, you eat hooves.

This is not good, my Lord. I was angry,

Take it out on me, it's black and blue!

It is really wrong for adults to call themselves public servants.

It's even worse to call me master.

Your name should be changed,

I don't want to do this anymore.

I want to resign. what do you think?

The title of the host is presented intact.

I'd rather be a real donkey,

Donkeys in zoology are also magnificent!

Of course, I'll give you a ride;

Of course I kick you;

I'll call you, of course;

Quietly, the phase of the donkey!

My dear jockey!

Please ride! Please don't put on airs,

The donkey's brain is simple and abnormal,

Your reins, my direction!

I hope you don't hurt me too much,

So I can serve for a long time,

Slogans and slogans, please save them.

Master donkey, master donkey, why sing again!

Written in 1945