We began this, a new and better life, by burning off our family’s
slice of that protected rain forest
Often, before I rolled that big yellow school bus, I’d been racing
on Crank for like days on end
We forced our kidnapped women mules to swallow bags of heroin and
then flew them off to the US
I adapted to the new technology by selling photos of my drugged sex
sales force on the internet
The indigenous quickly sickened and died from our influenza-ridden
gifts of red-plaid, wool blankets
My fate was to recruit suicide bombers but, only by Great God’s
will, not to sacrifice my own life
When they finally caught me in the act, I quickly pleaded innocent
and, after that, claimed insanity
It turned out his last tortured words of wisdom were that he simply
really needed to take a crap
I rushed to each new disaster, bought out victims on bogus paper,
collected federal aid and walked
I pimped my 13 year old at the truck stop after school when I got too
drug-uglied to earn my habit
We smashed a few lame old family pictures before we took off in her
long-dead husband’s tired car
He made a martyr’s goodbye video but, sadly, Allah’s hand
detonated his vest early and only he died
I drank my way into fitful sleep every night once I had firmly
convinced myself that I really liked it
Chancing upon their mishap, we opportunistically robbed them to the
boom of our loud gangsta rap
I finally found true sexual fulfillment while working as a night
attendant at the nursing home
Look, we only spend the donations of the faithful to better help
spread the word of our savior
We drowned several perfect baby girls before she bore me the son that
we both so desired
I huffed all kinds of solvents until they finally locked my
brain-damaged ass up in this place for good
Just made damn sure that stupid dog of mine would bite any stranger
who came close to my trailer
I abandoned my kids until I was old, broke and wasted and heard my
son got a disability pension
My unmarried granddaughter had her first kid even younger than my
single-parent grandmother
Every year I assaulted one of the quieter, weaker ones from my
position of power as their counselor
I was always abusive and often overdosed on prescription meds during
my NeoCon talk show rants
Verily, I righteously spread my seed among the younger women who
found jesus at our revivals
We attacked them over their fictional WMDs but still proudly
displayed huge stockpiles of our own
He earmarked lots of access, subsidies and legislation for those who
had paid to have him elected
He studiously practiced speeches that corpro-donors paid others to
tailor just for him to read aloud
As they had explained it all to him quite well, his beliefs were rock
solid, so his delivery was earnest
I spent quality time with my personal savior and always emerged quite
calm...and right on message
It
really hurt me when my boy was tossed off that 12th
birthday ATV, right on his helmetless head
We tied the kids out onto the clothesline so we could get off in the
modular while we were still high
I gave ‘em a bag of Doritos, a 44oz Mountain Dew and locked them in
the van, behind the bar
We trained orphan 10 year-olds to kill by making it an exciting and
drug-enhanced game
I
was talking and ran the 4-Way Stop sign but my girlfriend and I both
swore that he
had hit us
We felt so good about being too big to fail that we spent lavishly to
avoid any new regulations
We strapped the women with nail bombs because our sacred religion
forbade their being searched
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