Better Not Read This
Most are only in it for the tax-cuts
At least around here in my neighborhood
Some distant others though seem to be nuts
Their apocalypse of evil and good
Can become confusing in this twilight
It gets hard to tell when they speak of hell
So merrily with their eyes burning bright
Do they like their toast to be dark or light?
But should you disagree they shout: "Treason!
Give me my tax-cut get out of my way
Full-serve my Hummer and have a nice day!"
So we must behave since the souls they save
Might well be our own in the known unknown
Just pray today they will leave us alone
They have those prison-camps for a reason
+Steven Curtis Lance
Copyright MMV - Greetings from Gitmo!
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Felix
peace, Carole
:)
Love Tinka