Bring It On Boys! Bring It On! Yeeha!
A stupid, fat, inbred slob awoke one boring, ugly-faced dayIn his pathetic and repellent Nothingsville of a nowheretown;
He looked out across its dreary, unsophisticated streets,
Ranks of gas-guzzling SUVs and burger bars a beauty to behold,
And felt real proud to be a loyal citizen of the good ol' USA.
And then he waddled to his door, obese burger-stuffed butts
Lurching luridly like lumps of lascivious lumbering lard,
To find a letter there waiting which told that his only boy
Had been blown to Kingdom-fucking-Come in distant I-rake,
Fighting for freedom's flag, while killing brown-skinned freaks a-plenty.
Pity then that his heathen towel-head dispatchers hadn't realised
That the boy had come to save them for the Lord and for dee-mock-raycee,
Thinking he'd come to steal their country's oil and rape their womenfolk
The way all the other Yankee soldiers usually do, and therefore
Drove a gray-nade RIGHT UP the illegal invader's patriotic fat anus.
The holy FUCK of an explosion of flaccid buttock flesh that followed
Had surely to God made sweeping up REAL messy and thus the bodybag
To be shipped home was likely only to contain mangled scraps of US flesh.
But his commanding officer praised the corpse's sacrificial bravery
And tactfully forgot to boast the boy was looting at the time of death.
After weeks of mourning and righteous lamentation, life settled down
To its usual dull small-town crud and the family (minus one thick lump)
Sat down to their pompous Thanksgiving feast: 24-oz barbeque'd T-bones,
Each big enough to feed a dozen starving children in a shanty village,
Denied the drugs the fascist US Government is too selfish to donate.
And so it shall come to pass: countless billions of dollars pumped out
Undermining liberal democracy and bolstering corrupt commercialism,
Supporting land-grabbing Israeli fascists and arse-licking oil barons.
No wonder dispossessed millions danced in exultation as the twin towers crumbled,
No surprise the world will delight in America's long-desired comeuppance.
Poetry by Edna Sweetlove
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Written on 2006-11-20 at 13:20
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