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Jarheads In a Pickle

War ain’t a kosher thing The killing of innocent human beings was never FDA approved (From Da Almighty) Ebenezer fiscals’ hands be closed tighty to the citizen poor But they openly solicit those laborers’ loyalty, before sending them off to war Dem silver-loving Scrooges were publican greedy Re-schooled Roman togas playing hooky pocket pool Coin-operated Caesar stooges are nod-and-wink leveraging voter ears to be ballot fooled Patriotic cash registers cha-ching jingling, be heavy gold chains saber rattling around their Faustian necks For covetous J.I. chicken scratch eyes love taking thirty more pecks Warlords of the widow doorbell rings, send their grave messengers with the Silver Star death notice: Crimson ink printed on official government green leaves Shallow-breathing, solemn feudal shoguns sweetly give the veiled bereaved a sepulchre stipend of le papier viol worms Sour tastings ... dog tags confirmed Napalm tear stings, paid valor that was battlefield earned Jarheads in a pickle — power-mad orders gotta be followed It’s treasonous to question any chain-of-command authority Shed the innocent blood, then spill the guts in hollow bullet grunt cries for atonement While the rich instigators of destruction, never repent for owning it

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