Hamas and Cheese on Rye
What?
Bomb Palestinian women and children
Because Hamas and Cheese are hiding
In people’s basements like a sack of potatoes,
Moldy boxes, and dirt?
Wait!
Hamas is down there
They’re everywhere,
In the water
In the air
In the people’s underwear
So bomb, bomb, bomb we go
Gently down the street
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
Life’s now blasted meat
That’s called proportionality!
Why?
The U.S. dollar needs a war,
To grow, to grow.
Blowing things up is also for,
All the do-dollar day.
Blow things up at night,
Print more bucks all day.
The U.S. dollar needs a war,
And they’re going to get their way.
Who?
If Hamas hides in
Diapers and brassieres,
When they’re all blown up
We’ll hear no tears.
I’ll have a slab of Hamas and Cheese on Rye
With a bag of burnt innocents to go.
When?
Now, now, now, now, now…now, now
Now, now, now, now, now…now, now
Blood Acres is the place to be,
Bomb living is the life for me,
I just adore that rubble view,
Darling I love you but
They blew off my foot and shoe.
How Dare You!
Fake news, fake news, fake news!
Or is it real; fake, real, fake, real, fake
We all know the truth.
No one knows the truth.
We’re all knowing.
We know nothing.
Truth is the first casualty.
But people will die
So that the dollar won’t.
And it’s true, the dead can’t lie,
But the winner will.
Copyright © David Fisher | Year Posted 2024
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