Sunday, July 30, 2006


You speak of my brothers deaths

Your words rest like garbage on your tongue
Your mouth oozes pus and infection
You are utterly without an inner compass
You wail and flail and rail without direction

You are lost and stumbling in manure piles
Your skin is covered with red swollen sores
You speak the language of appeasement
You speak with the mouth of the enemy's whore

How shallow and without character you are
How rotten and foul smelling must be your breath
This dishonor is all yours when you try to
Misuse and characterize my brothers in arms death

I see you on the wastelands of history’s defeats
I see you as a collaborator with Hell's unholy cause
I see you take your small self satisfaction and walk away
Without barely a thought of soul or even a pause

8:45 pm
my thoughts after hearing another idiot
use the war dead toll for their own
walter cronkite glory in defeatism purposes.


Wednesday, July 05, 2006

Cindy Sheehan

Cindy Sheehan is a ditch witch
Trying to give our heart strings a yank
Trying to ride in on her sons death
Ciny Sheehan is a stupid lying skank

Cindy Sheehan betrays the mission
That her son openly believed in
She knows not what honor is
Or what it is he fought to defend

She's a self absorbed useful idiot
She's narcissistic to the core
There she stands with Hugo Chavez
Which makes her a socialistic whore

She hangs out with utter losers
Harry Belafonte comes to mind
Both would gladly sleep with Castro
If he could just find the time

Oh yeah she's got that moral authority
That no other mother could ever claim
She's the one and only holy victim
And that's why she knows no shame

Cindy Sheehan gets a free ride
It's the human shield political approach
She can say anything and everything
And completely be beyond

All criticism and reproach

11:53 pm
transcribed this time
11:58 pm