The President of Catalonia, Carles Puigdemont, declared independence and then suspended it. Don't count on him to pledge "our lives and sacred honor."

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Jefferson-Hancock the moment was not,
When the prez of Catalonia turned on a dot,
And put independ' on indefinite hold,
The one just declared with a flourish quite bold,
Which turned out to be but a total lame yawner,
And far from "our lives and our sacred honor."
.
So cheesy it was that Madrid had to ask,
Did you guys declare or just pass 'round a flask?
For a week the prez has answered a mumble,
His allies all huffy, his support all a-crumble,
But he knows he's looking at serious hard time,
Some ten to twenty on hard beds for his mime.
.
So the cry has gone up from every Cat station:
"It's dialog we need, 'tween nation and nation!"
And Madrid replies, "Of dialog we're able,
But independence, champ, that ain't on the table."
So now these Cat pols find themselves in a fix,
Looking at failure and a wall full of sticks.
.
They're also looking at Madrid taking charge,
And in local gov'ment and admin' to barge,
Though sore' reluctant to go through with it all,
And whack the protesters who look for a brawl,
And look bad on TV and put up with the taints,
While the separatists end up looking like saints.
.
The irony here is the same folks long-haired,
Raised Cain against Franco, about democ' cared,
And now a Franco of their own must commit,
The difference being that now Spaniards see fit
To fly flags from windows, a sight seen but twice:
When Spain won The Cup and this crisis cut-price.

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