Looking At Iraq
Author: Robert Keller


(through the wrong end of my telescope)

The Pentagon dropped a bomb
Zapped the circuits of Saddam
Cooked the cells off his phone
Monkey shines for monkey bones.

No body counts to mess the press
Climbs the ratings nonetheless
Inching towards a holocaust
Sanctioned by a sanctioned cross

Root them out Texas style
Fry their meat with a smile
Damn them all with no trial
Splat their blood for a mile
Honest now, it's all worthwhile.

Duck the children, bar the door
Lock the fruits 'neath cellar floor
For our history loves our war.


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Ginger Fish ( -- Thursday, April 24 2003, 11:07 am

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Sounds like a rap song! You need to bust out more rhymes like this homey!!!!
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