To Our Commander-in-Chief and Manque Leader of the Free World And All His Old Men Golfing Buddies Scheduling Their Tee-Times Around Missile Launches
A dying nineteen-year-old can’t even scream When half his face has been blown away He can only gurgle, his remaining eye Staring wildly in agony and fear
Your man-child plays soldier on guided hunts Kitted out like Rambo, and KA-BLAMMING A bighorn sheep the guide spotted for him Taking he-man selfies while yelping “OOOOH-RAH!”
A dying nineteen-year-old can’t even scream When half his face has been blown away
And there is that trifling matter of Article 1, Section 8 of the U.S. Constitution.
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Lawrence Hall’s vanity publications are available on amazon.com as Kindle and on bits of dead tree: The Road to Magdalena, Paleo-Hippies at Work and Play, Lady with a Dead Turtle, Don’t Forget Your Shoes and Grapes, Coffee and a Dead Alligator to Go, and Dispatches from the Colonial Office.