Ballad of the All-American Soldier Boy Shortly To Get Into A BodyBag
For God and my goddam Country, how I love to slaughter the enemy swine,the way any god-fearing, faithful, FASCIST mentally defective soldier should
but like me, the dumbo enemy also thinks he's right.
(except that the fuckers are SO WRONG it makes me shit)
Like me, he believes that his cause is good,
but FUCK him, he's just a commie liberal atheistic mooozlim cunt.
We were sent over here to liberate these people
and who cares a FUCK if we kill a few thousand
as the wog-fuckers breed like shitty rabbits,
but I wonder if war can win minds and hearts.
I know a good soldier shouldn't ask questions,
(and I am a good soldier as I love to kill)
as it don't matter when the shooting starts.
Our God's on our side, and their so called wog-God is on theirs,
but he is a loser mother-fucker, yessiree, Amen.
I don't have much faith left, so I do what I must and fuck you.
Just like in Vietnam, the commie locals shelter our enemy
stupid slitty eyed bastards don't they know nothing? No way, man!
The good people of this place are too frightened to smile
(not that there's a lot of them anyways, they're lurking in their so-called bathrooms)
and we love the duckshooting and child-raping bits,
their lives have been full of fear and suffering for so long,
but that's of no importance, let them suck shit.
But today, a woman squeezed my hand and said thank you
and she let me feel her brown tits, real nice ones.
I'll remember that moment whenever I need to be strong
and when I masturbate frantically my Aryan come into my helmet.
When I enlisted, it was all black and white to me,
(but most of the officers were white, thank FUCK).
I wanted the ones who hurt my people to pay for insulting my wonderful country
and flying airplanes into those two towers standing good and proud,
and its flag, Old Gory and my Redneck PRESIDENT God bless him
(and seriously FUCK anyone who says otherwise, anyways, that's what I think).
But I've killed so many men, I've lost my goddam soul up my own asshole
and the enemy keeps coming, more every day, fuck them,
they surely breed like flies or catholics or worse.
In the heat of the anti-commie, anti-liberal battle, there's no time for reflection.
To stay alive, I can only kinda think about right here and now.
But sometimes at night, I think about all that I've done and in between rapes
I know, in all this killing, I've kinda killed myself
(inc. somehow all that's decent about Mom's apple pie,
gee it tasted reeeeaaaaalll good, real solid, like my Master-Sargents's cock).
A street fight is won by the most fiercest, ruthless fighters
and lost by the ones who can't take no more pain no more.
This is why war crimes and atrocities are inevitable,
but we get a bit of fun out of it and lots of free sex and booty.
It takes inhumanity, not compassion, to finish a war and I KNOW
the glorious USA will FUCK all you commy fucking bastards.
I'm getting a bit drunk now on my hillbilly hooch
and as usual I am ranting a load of fecal matter
but I understand the message they are trying to send us.
They think they can make us so sick, it will shatter our will.
They underestimate our strength, like our old enemies did
but for every horror I see, there's less of me left to kill, so fuck you.
For God and Country, I slaughter the enemy and love it,
the way any faithful, obedient, patriotic all-American motherfucking wog-killing soldier should
but like me, the enemy also thinks he's right but he ain't, he's a CUNT.
Like me, he believes that his cause is good
(SHIT I DONE WROTE THAT BIT BEFORE MAN!),
but he can go suck his Mom's hairy fishy ol' pussy
cause sure as all hellfire I can't stand its stink,
Like the stink of a dead pregnant terrorist teenager.
Poetry by Edna Sweetlove
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Written on 2007-01-14 at 02:07
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