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Robert Dunn Bruce Weber Larissa Shmailo Lori Rappaport Michael Graves Tom Obrzut Linda Lerner Madeline Artenberg Austin Alexis Ptr Kozlowski Thomas Fucaloro George Spencer Yuko Otomo Bob Heman JD Rage Hassanal Abdullah Back to Issue 41_42 Back to Front Page |
Issue 41/42 : July - December, 2008 : Volume 11 No 1/2 George Spencer Nursery Rhymes for War I You soldiers believe the silliest thing thinking we owe you a hospital bed. But life's a bitch. Of thee no one will sing. Saving us don't get you no World Series ring. So you're depressed, seeing things, fucked-up head. You soldiers believe the silliest thing like doctors, surgeons, cute nurses are waiting. Sorry, mistakes were made, your leader said but life's a bitch. Of thee no one will sing songs of arms, both gone or both in a sling. Didn't read the small print, so easily read. You soldiers believe the silliest thing like there's help getting jobs, readjusting, like we take care of our own live and dead. Sure life's a bitch. Of thee no one will sing thank you, you saved our nice way of living in our gated country. O Stupid Dickhead, you soldiers believe the silliest thing. Sure life's a bitch. Of thee no one will sing. II Where are the war heroes those without ears and nose those with arms not replaced those that are broken-faced? Why else the empty sleeve the tubed bag the shit to receive the blind eye needing no Kleenex the limbless squirming for sex? The First Couple prance from the plane claiming they make Abel love Cain; problems, it's all the work of Satan's pawn. The First Dog lolls on the presidential lawn. |