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Quisling & white wine (Free verse) by horus8

Broken wax seal Gallow swing zeal No chance for an appeal I am so happy that you'll die Sweating torture fire Toe hanging my desire until you do transpire Motherfucker, you will DIE! Traitor buxom whore For love you would implore Now watch me settle the score Blowing smoke rings while you fry Pine box & long clothes That's the way it goes Because, my plans, none can expose They're too stupid to ask why. A million clapping hands Joining up for free armbands One arm raised we will stand. WHITE POWER! WHITE POWER! WHITE POWER! WHITE POWER! WHITE POWER! POWER!!!!!!! And a glass of Chardonay, please.

abecedarian 1-Jul-03/2:46 PM
An old woman sits on a park bench watching people pass by. She smiles as she watches a young skinhead walk by with his radio blaring some heavy metal song:
DUN DA DA DUN DA DA DUN DA DA NAAAA NAAAA!
(It's "The song of choice" coopted by the fascist, or so Peggy Seeger tells me)




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