Poem

********** Out! Out!**********



I’ve had enough of Death.

and old Sam Donaldson
(before they swept him out the door)
(before we had this fucking war)
Saying: “If we go to Iraq once more,
we should kill him –

this time !!”


I’m tired of the handsome, empty heads
who took Sam’s place
demanding death, with earnest face:
“Death death death –
We killed some more today!!
Death to terror – bombs away
Shock and awe!
Let us pray.”

I’m tired, too, of the Monkey Man who had a plan –
long before his term began - to kill Saddam and then Iran –
“Dead or alive” - So cock sure,
Cloaked inside his bloated pride.

Bring ‘em on; let’s have some fun!!
Kill the bastards, every one;
Liberty, you see, is on the move
Starbucks – Wal-Mart – Jiffy Lube.

The sacred Market has decreed
who will live and who will bleed,
Who will prosper, who will breathe,
Who will die and who will grieve.

Death, destruction, grief, and rubble
Profiteers earn
and oil …
bubble.

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Thrice the brindled cat hath mewed
Thrice and once the hedgepig whined
The Holy Writ is misconstrued
The best of us have lost our minds.
And by the pricking of my thumbs,
Much that’s wicked has been done.

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So, bring ‘em on; let’s have some fun !!!!!
Kill the bastards, every one;
Yeah! kill the bastards, every one;

Kill us all !!! Everyone !!!

(when all are dead
our show is done)


- Uke Man