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La théologie pour les Politiciens (Haiku) by wilco Religious zealot!
Place your brown hands in the air.
Give me your wallet.
Forced to ground zero.
Watch the mushroom clouds rise slow.
Where are the babies?
Presidential words
Mean nothing to the blown up.
Wash your hands clean now.
Into the future
Donkey selling free money.
Blaming love of force.
Into the bleak past
The hopeless Christian wanders.
Forcing love of blame.
Whatâs a boy to say?
If this Haiku offends you
You are uptight bitch.
Up the ladder:
Astronomical
Down the ladder:
Maybe I Wasnât Born on a Foolâs Day
Votes: (green: user, blue: anonymous)
Arithmetic Mean: 7.2222223
Posted: April 7, 2004 8:45 PM PDT; Last modified: April 7, 2004 8:45 PM PDTWeighted score: 6.111111 Overall Rank: 1109 Comments:
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nentwined @ 66.92.28.14
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8-Apr-04/4:44 PM
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hilarious. some of them are definitely weaker than others (#2, #4, #5). But, you know, just hilarious. :)
I can't believe I've gotten no "guffs" and no irate rants from Zodiac....feeling left out....
"guffs"
all right. much better.
I can't believe I'm the emblem of irate ranting on this site. Are you fucking blind??!!! Oh, now I've gone and dirtied myself again.... I hope you're satisfied........
I feel much better, thanks. But if it makes you feel any better...at least you are one of the few people who's irate rants make any sense....
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