Looking At Iraq
10 April, 2003
Author: Robert Keller
(through the wrong end of my telescope)
The Pentagon dropped a bomb
Zapped the circuits of Saddam
Cooked the cells off his phone
Monkey shines for monkey bones.
No body counts to mess the press
Climbs the ratings nonetheless
Inching towards a holocaust
Sanctioned by a sanctioned cross
Root them out Texas style
Fry their meat with a smile
Damn them all with no trial
Splat their blood for a mile
Honest now, it's all worthwhile.
Duck the children, bar the door
Lock the fruits 'neath cellar floor
For our history loves our war.
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| Ginger Fish (131.36.116.37) -- Thursday, April 24 2003, 12:07 pm Sounds like a rap song! You need to bust out more rhymes like this homey!!!! |
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