|wiping my A, with the US of,|
i turned around the corner
the corner turned around me
i turned into a froggy
I unfurled the US flag on my testes
then let the red blood drip right out
i sucked it up through a straw
leaving only white and blue
...like something puny and
not bloody and savage,
not proud and loud
of pistols, rifles, machine-guns, bombs, missiles, mines and poor legless war-torn refugees.
smashing the glass
of whatever peace may drink from
I hope the IRS don't come and rape my ass
I haven't paid satan's taxes
in forever and I don't know how long.
I ate some cheese from 1955
it was coated in commie scum
and I felt sick.
I hurled onto the flag...and now
its covered in cheesy remnants of my guts...
the desperate welfare mothers
but i don't care. fuck 'em.
I make them lick the boots of capitalist warlord
and then some hippies call me a pig.
but I just bark at those bleating mother-fuckers
and they scurry behind their worn out copies
of the little red book
and Marxist dreams...
which are the 10th circle of hell.
Oh fuck!...I think I just pissed my pants...
too many beers...oh those lovely necks...
fuck it I'll just wipe it up with
of the united states of A..
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