by R.G. Johnson
no need for diplomatic heads
just asshole intentions and hospital daycare bombsites
democracy cockles erect and aroused
infidel oilfield political gloryhole burn victims engaged
sodomize reason with holy war douche;
mop the desert shiny with metal and fire
Sucking on the drum-rolling hero-vein:
‘The few, the proud,’ the dead
drive! drive sub automatic cheeseburger liberty to Mecca!
smear proud chins with ultra cakewalk pleasantries
mind flag oblivious motive lick job with whiskey (yeah!)
football and racecars baby
cigars and trophies for all
gonna gonna pound the poor to porridge
just to prove my Cadillac prick rules the world
enough talk
let’s get this orgy riot church social slaughter house cranked
and force-feed it to anyone who cuts a disapproving gaze
until they squeal like 14 yr old chemically handicapped Frat boy
rape kittens!
for freedom!
for country!
for God!
Friday, January 15, 2010
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