Answer my call to arms you patriots all
and rise up with blunt collateral force -
rage against the culture wars that we stall
the Neo-Left tyranny at its source.
Oppose their marxist ideological plot
and let not the herbal tea nazis prevail -
remember back that which old sense forgot
and arm our true selves that we not fail.
Return fire on who rephrase and revise -
Rage! Rage! And be politically direct.
On these psycho wingnuts upon them rise,
rise up till no longer are we “Correct”.
Burn their Trojan Horse and stand our walls
that the soldiers of satan seek to tear down -
resist lest all that we know and built falls
and norms become the new battleground.
Speak the truth these lentil eaters betray,
rail against the nose ring cultus of lunacy,
and be not a pawn to what fools obey
with their spin and New Age orthodoxy.
Return fire on who rephrase and revise -
Rage! Rage! And be politically direct.
On these psycho wingnuts upon them rise,
rise up till no longer are we “Correct”.
Written: September 1995
I live on an island in the Pacific region
The largest body of water is the OCEAN
Like, can we be more Pacific?
I think Christopher Columbus got lost
Because the directions were not pacific
Oh, excuse me, the Pacific Ocean
Where you will find the small islands (micronesia)
Where you will find the black islands (melanesia),
Where you will find the many islands (polynesia)
Generally, the islanders are like coconuts
So hard on the outside
But succulent on the inside
Yet they always end up wanting Samoa
Get this,
An assault by an Islander
is called a Hawaiian Punch
At times, these islands need a therapist when they are in a tropical depression
Some islands have sunk
Oh no do not laugh
That is not funny atoll
Sea yourself out
Therefore, I live on an island
A small island
I am a MICRO
I mean, how can I get more pacific than that?
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