Pandering the Crowd
Author: marshalg

Chapter 9
Sad Day for Cocksuckers

by Marshal Gebbie

Itís taken youíre fed up
With politicized debate
And the fools who do brinkmanshipís
Scared world of hate.
And the ghouls who eat babies
As pawns in their game
In their scrawny white penisís
Sad quest for fame.

Where the sick sabre rattlers
Cavort with their ploys
Of destroying old satellites
To show off their toys.
To drape flags of challenge
With threat weave inbound
Across mantles of aspirants
Desirous to be crowned.

Intimidating tactics
From they with the gun
Against all the challengers
Emerging at run.
From China to terrorist
The gauntletís thrown,
You cross our line
There's no mercy shown.

And we little guys sit
In our quiet, timid way,
Whilst the gigantic ego's
Jostling holds sway.
Whilst the arrogant right
Profess to have God,
And the rest of us cower
In fear, like a dog.

And the sun comes up
With a glorious show
And the nuclear dust
In the air is aglow,
And the rich and the famous
Are dead in their beds
And the crabs and the cockroaches
Nibble their heads.

Itís all such a waste
In a terrible way
When the Generalís pushed buttons
And had such a day....

Victoria Park Tunnel
10 February 2011
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