we'll hold these brown men without trial
they'll be ours to torment for a while
doesn't matter a cent
if they're innocent
they'll suffer on that hot carib isle
then after four-five years or so
we'll let just a few of them go
they'll go off through the sky
with no idea why
'cause they have not the least reason to know
our people have suffered great fright
so we'll overwhelm with our might
these little brown men
keep them in the pen
since whatever we do must be right
it doesnt matter what anyone might think
we'll just give a nod and a wink
to the noble cause
of upholding laws
and toss alleged foes in the clink
this is going to be our finest hour
we have the will and the power
the islamists all
will just have to fall
in line and head off to the shower
only those touched in the head
would deny us the power of lead
and in freedom's name
we'll remove from the game
all who block us till liberty's dead
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
14 October 2006
long live king george iii
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