Big Red Balls and Small Tanks
Number forty six barely knows his name
hunter loves his hoo-Xi and fine oil paints
while the free world's going soft
the commies flash big red balls
freedom will die if democracy tanks
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2021
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