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Another one for "easier to write than share" file. This, in fact, may be on of the ultimate in that category, looking at a ale full of diners and their extreme take takes on current events. The language is all kinds of hateful, but once the meal arrives, well, then it's time to say grace. I'm afraid that this is how things have developed in this nation and that four years from now, I'll have to write one from the other side.
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The President's a Communist, a Nazi, a Socialist,
a scary man, a foreign man, a stooge, a puppet.
They wanted him, they pulled strings, he's their man.
Them, them, them, they're un-American.
Them, them, them, they're not religious,
Them, them, oh wait just a minute.
Here's our food, let us pray.
The little places voted our way,
but the big cities voted for them!
That lifestyle, the baby killers,
My preacher says abortion's a way
of making fewer liberals (ha ha).
Oh here's our food, let us pray.
The liberal Muslim commies,
them, they want to take away
take our guns, take our freedom
take our marijuana, make us healthy,
make us safe when we ride.
Them, them, they, they, those people...
Here's our food,
let us pray.
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Reviews of "The dinner table"
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http://www.authorsden.com/visit/viewPoetry.asp?id=18909&authorid=3918
Ron