Good Ol Gibbs
good ol' gibbs
good ol’ staff sergeant calvin gibbs
(whose dick just wasn’t big enough at home,
who couldn’t make it bigger with a big truck or a large
stereo like the other boys),
tried to compensate for it by joining the military
& going to a foreign land,
in his case, afghanistan---
here he was able to parade his itty bitty wittle weiner around,
wagging the pip-squeak in front of defenseless civilians
at the head of a kill team who found it their mission to
tear up the head of those that they just killed, by the hair
so they could take photos with their freshly killed
civilians,
as if they had just caught a buck during hunting season---
mr. gibbs went one step further & clipped off fingers,
keeping them dried in a ziploc bag &
passing some of them out to his friends---
he is said to have had on his person,
leg bones & teeth as well.
this is what your tax dollars are funding, america
little small ***** boys
who need to prove
themselves to the world
by killing civilians in a country
that the empire has no place being in,
in order to collect fingers, leg bones & teeth
like some hollywood pig in a b-horror film.
think you’ll ever live to see the credits roll on this one?
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