whatever you say
i can’t hear you
i’m in a cloud
with all my friends
torture is the lord’s blessing
(big sweet smile)
sy hersh says we raped little Iraqi boys
to make their parents talk
he’s lying, but even if it’s true —
(see the videotape)
sodomy is in the bible
and they’re little heathen urchins.
(big sweet smile)
right — so this isn’t no goddamn poem.
i was going to just reprint message board titles
but too many good ones too poesitic
can you believe how far this is going to go?
which cities will gilgabush pick to nuke –
i bet it’s san francisco (g’bye MAX) ’cause
tarrishts hate freedom and that city is FREE
(tarrishts and fake christies seem to hate the same things — !!)
after martial law poetrywar will end
war is over long live the war
and i will have won
by sheer declaration
and now a pleasant interlude from
Decline And Fall Of The Roman Empire:
Chapter 15: The Rise of Christianity
“if yer bishop thinks yer bad
he excommutes ya
and yer burnin’ forevah
but yuuu kin git back
by showin’ up all dirty and emaciated
dress’d in sackcloth
ya throw yerself in the dirt and grovel
plead beg cry scream
everyday for three years (minor infraction)
everyday for nine years (major infraction)
everyday for the rest of your life (bishop just don’t like yuuuu)”
Pliny the younger wrote to Trajan about the Christies
and how all the temples of Jupiter was wantin’ for sacrificies
nobuddy buleeves it no more cause the Christies got
a better story, says Pliny
and I’m thinkin’ — wow. we need a good story.
OK, OK, heer it is — Andy, yer the MESSIAH
and yer comin’ to Earth to save us all from the
Child-Sodomizing Warmongering Crazy Christies and the
Polytheistic Nature-Lovers and the Crazy A-rabbles
NO NO NO!! — WORSHIP ANDY!! The son of GOD HISSELF!!
The GOOD BOOK (I’ll write one for you) SAYS SO!!
ANDY’S THE ONE! WE LOVE ANDY! ANDY!! ANDY!! ANDY!!
and ANDY speaks: (lissen now, lissen to the MESSIAH)
“–Insert ANDY’S message heer–”
fall down and cry and writhe to be bathed in the beauty of ANDY
ANDY is my saver I shall not want
ANDY snorted speed for our sins
ANDY was born unto his mother WITHOUT SIN!!
(we’ve got to get her on board for this one)
Why he don’t even look like his brother —
Naw, that won’t work. OK, OK, but you get the idea.
It might start small, but two thousand years from now
some ne’er do well australopithecus
will make a mockery of you
Somehow — ANDY the Benevolent will have implied
that slaughter and rape and torture are FINE –
but only in the name of ANDY.
Fergive ‘em, ANDY
For they know what they do
And they always do it.
fergive ‘em NOT.
In the NAAAAAME OF ANDY!!!
Sounds Good, By Andy.
O.K. That’s Enough.