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If Wars were Subject to Copyright If wars were subject to a copyright - Then candidates would have to pay a fee Each time they appeal to the glorious past When standing for the election, the proceeds To fall like ****** manna on the dead Who can never cash the checks anyway If wars were subject to a copyright - Then Hollywood movies should pay their dues Whenever a bold-scripted commando, Body-waxed muscles glistening with makeup, Advances up Hamburger-Helper Hill With a patriotic song on his lipstick If wars were subject to a copyright – The generals’ memoirs, the admirals’, too, Would pay to lighten the blighted young lives Of soul-fragmented lads whose pain and blood Gave the air-conditioned another star And unctuous applause at the officers’ club If wars were subject to a copyright - The President would have to pay his bill Each time he banged the lectern for a war, The glorious dux bellorum dux-ing From the rear, while a squadron of pigs fly Above, powered by pixie-dust and dreams
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Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 5:10 PM UTC
Remembrance Day / Veterans' Day - 8, If Wars were Subject to Copyright
If Wars were Subject to Copyright If wars were subject to a copyright - Then candidates would have to pay a fee Each time they appeal to the glorious past When standing for the election, the proceeds To fall like ****** manna on the dead Who can never cash the checks anyway If wars were subject to a copyright - Then Hollywood movies should pay their dues Whenever a bold-scripted commando, Body-waxed muscles glistening with makeup, Advances up Hamburger-Helper Hill With a patriotic song on his lipstick If wars were subject to a copyright – The generals’ memoirs, the admirals’, too, Would pay to lighten the blighted young lives Of soul-fragmented lads whose pain and blood Gave the air-conditioned another star And unctuous applause at the officers’ club If wars were subject to a copyright - The President would have to pay his bill Each time he banged the lectern for a war, The glorious dux bellorum dux-ing From the rear, while a squadron of pigs fly Above, powered by pixie-dust and dreams
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Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 5:10 PM UTC
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