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Beating the Gums of War                    “Hell hath no fury like a non-combatant”            -this phrase, attributed to many, dates back at least to the                                             American civil war Channeling John Wayne, their semi-autos on show Leather-boy bandoliers draped with lots of ammo           Hell hath no fury like a deer-stand commando Old men beating their gums for war; oh, yes, it’s so Each wearing his made-in-China camouflage chapeau           Hell hath no fury like a café commando Idle hookah heroes in Houston, don’cha know Want their country liberated but our children must go           Hell hath no fury like a narghile commando Studs at their ‘puter games, screens all aglow There’s nothing about George Patton that they don’t know           Hell hath no fury like a keyboard commando And corpses for the lamps of China to make the oil flow They want your child to die for profits – just tell ‘em to blow           Hell hath no fury like a private-jet commando None of them made the first day of boot camp, oh, no Though their thousand-yard stares are perfected guano            Hell hath no fury like a ‘way-back commando*
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Sep 22, 2019
Sep 22, 2019 at 2:59 PM UTC
Beating the Gums of War
Beating the Gums of War                    “Hell hath no fury like a non-combatant”            -this phrase, attributed to many, dates back at least to the                                             American civil war Channeling John Wayne, their semi-autos on show Leather-boy bandoliers draped with lots of ammo           Hell hath no fury like a deer-stand commando Old men beating their gums for war; oh, yes, it’s so Each wearing his made-in-China camouflage chapeau           Hell hath no fury like a café commando Idle hookah heroes in Houston, don’cha know Want their country liberated but our children must go           Hell hath no fury like a narghile commando Studs at their ‘puter games, screens all aglow There’s nothing about George Patton that they don’t know           Hell hath no fury like a keyboard commando And corpses for the lamps of China to make the oil flow They want your child to die for profits – just tell ‘em to blow           Hell hath no fury like a private-jet commando None of them made the first day of boot camp, oh, no Though their thousand-yard stares are perfected guano            Hell hath no fury like a ‘way-back commando*
And no one follows Article 1, Section 8 of the Constitution. C'mon, Congress, do your job instead of just bellyaching about each other.
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lawrence-hall
Sep 22, 2019
Sep 22, 2019 at 2:59 PM UTC
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