Tuesday, April 1, 2008
UGLY AMERICAN
I never met a beheading I didn’t like,
or a blood-letting for a secondary cause
I couldn’t explain away.
It’s not my wallet, it’s my cousin’s.
It’s not my ass against the wall,
it’s a instructional diorama.
Take my wife, please!
Oh, wait, she was just stoned to death. There’s bound to be a surcharge.
Where’s a Geneva Convention when you need one?
You always smite the one you love…
Ga nite, everybody! I’ll be here all week…
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