CAPTAIN ZAP ‘s
BLACK HAWKS
or meet
AMERICA’S OWN
WMD SMASHERS
(uncle’s stealth pass
to everywhere)
attention
all you beauties
out there in the goody
two shoes
auxiliary
listen up
uncle hedges is on a roll
watch him close
sure hes stomping on these
WMD slingers
but gals
thats just shabby
hells bells
he should be
sending em flowers
the shame
should be unbareable
what an ingrate
you’d think
from all this
puffing
uncle’s afraid of being
caught cheating
like a mister john
coming
out of some turnip whore’s boudoir
ya uncles acting guilty
and
trying a little pre pre emption
on us old
wifely functions
before i lose you all
with my stupid parallels
i better make you
think about this
HOW
have things gone down
since 9/11
cant you see it
can’t you see the play out here
all the sideshows are headed
to the same place
at the same time
and on the same station
theyre all greasing
each others privates
the terror tikes
the cia
and the Bushwagoneers
one big mutual jerk fest
too vivid
IM sorry truly sorry
IM old
IM dead
and
IM fed up
by the way
could one of you nice ladies
pass me that plate
of cucumber sandwiches
but still I know it’s true
and whats a hell of a lot more
if you ‘re honest with yourself
you know it too
hells jingles
those big fellas
down in washington
with a little care
and proper feeding
can take these
terror strikes
and turn them into gold
i saw that
before the second tower
hit the side walk
i’ll go slow here
but gals
try to keep up
number one
right now this world wide terror ring bizness
has got to be UNCLE HEDGE’S best gimmick
since Stalin bought the farm
number two
the unvarnished facts demonstrate
WMDs are plain and simple
mana from MEPHISTO’S heaven
IF i had him here right now
i’d grab his silly little chin beard
and say
“come on
fess up UNCLE
admit it
you’d love to corner
the market on WMDs”
yes you would
the means
the extremes
and the mania
you’d like to corner it
and use it on us like a
two dollar hammer
“come on admit it right now
while these peacible folks are listening
admit it ”
this WMD stuff
is working for you
what skies anywhere
over this green and glorious planet
aren’t yours
what borders can’t your secret forces
roll silently across
by the way
forget those
silly predator drone pip-squeaks
you got farting around
over head everywhere
thats four eye stuff
got to have a hero thing here
dark heros
sheebang
after you spread enough shrewdly
deployed
WMD magic
face up
there’s not
a sovereign country
out there
you couldn’t violate
like a dutch porter
hell oh great one
your boys could
drop in and out of
those peehole countries
like their flying
JESUS’s own chariot
“ come on admit it
big daddy
let o these droop eared voters
in on the action here
with WMDs
playing fullback
you name it
UNCLE
and you got it
JUST SLIP’M
a little
WMD
PROBABLE CAUSE
and any spot
on this planet
is your next oyster bar ”
Posted by pinky at May 7, 2003 06:37 PM
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