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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.
Up the ladder:
The postman just walked in, no ring was heard.
Down the ladder:
I am talented & good looking damnit!
Votes: (green: user, blue: anonymous)
Arithmetic Mean: 6.5
Posted: July 1, 2003 1:14 PM PDT; Last modified: July 10, 2003 5:16 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.75 Overall Rank: 1808 Comments:
Interesting
Mediocre. As usual.
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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)