wishing them all dead
with the french-canadians
banging on the wall
their god-awful music
raising my god-damn roof
i wish them all dead,
not because they're french;
because.... they ARE?
why not wish them dead,
(in my imagination) i may
in a world where relaxation
is devastating the earth
with black and blue bits of
plastic, plastic wars for
plastic worlds, where man LIVES?
ah! the glories of war
where my blue armies march
unquestioning my commands, fight
on against another unfeeling foe
who hears the screams , not i
as the congo is lost again,
only to be won with more PLASTIC?
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