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Iraqis & Kielbasa
Good Iraqi civilian,
On mule-back to work;
Must dodge all the bullets,
To be a good clerk.
Bedazzled by white man,
In fatigue and pale tank;
With howitzer poundin',
Eyes glazed over & blank.
What is the meaning!
Hollers pasty cleric in black,
Im calling my militia,
No-teefs & headsacks.
Death to infidel!
Says the man in the street;
Who behind him is trailing,
Mujahideen packin' heat.
Downward is upward,
And upward is down;
Morgues stacked 10 deep,
Someone send in the clown.
Knife drawn from scabbard,
Chew off hostage head;
Spit out into fingers,
Place head on the dead.
Iraqis do not worry,
Do not fret or pull fatwa;
Uncle Sam's here to help,
With his allies and kielbasa.
(who farted?)
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