Hey everyone
A new job I got
From none other
Than Tanks-A-Lot
We build large tanks
Two everyday
And that is how
We earn our pay
Hey everyone
We’re going to ship
Thirty two tanks
At ten mill a clip
So let’s give it
Our very best shot
Courtesy of
Tanks-A-Lot
Hey everyone
Now we can play
Here come the tanks
From the USA
Let’s rush them out
To the front line
Those Tanks-A-Lot
Are sure looking fine
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Hey everyone
Those new machines
Just blew my house
To smithereens
Along with my neighbors
Now all in a mess
How did they do it
Tanks-A-Lot, I guess
Hey everyone
They’ve blown our town
Into rubble
Everything’s down
What did we do, are
We ‘X-marks the spot’
Thanks a lot
Tanks-A-Lot
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They’re just bulls-eyes
To raise money on
Money that’s borrowed
To blow up their town
Each dollar borrowed
Profits big shots
Then they spend it
On Tanks-A-Lot
Interest is owed
Money is made
Out of thin air
It’s a charade
That’s dirty business
Making people rot
To profit the top
And Tanks-A-Lot
My mouth is just overflown with thanks,
All the love shown just filled up my tanks
Yet none was rhythmed by any band,
It's like mint money out of a bank.
Sweet words made my head too big to swell,
So, goodness can't be drowned by a yell,
That, it still got announced by the bell,
Like water echoes out of a well.
Love written as if hearts filled their pens,
Each stain on paper clean clear my pains,
Sôothing words set my heart free of chains,
So love can move faster than a train.
To each one that wished me happiness,
May you be daily filled with richness,
May far from your life be all sickness,
May you still achieve greater greatness.
The Meglomaniac of the year,
Maybe seeing his mortality,
Craving a way to ensure
A really lasting legacy,
Launches his tanks
Expecting might to be right.
Conscripts don’t beat patriots
Giving the Meglomaniac fright.
The promised quick victory,
The annexed state of slavery
Crumnbles and quivers in
The face of Patriotic bravery.
Half a pound of tuppeny rice
As the cost of oil is rising
Costing more and more to fuel
A tank, which is hardly surprising.
Combat continues with
Refined tactics and stealth,
Rumours and counter rumours
Of the Meglomaniac’s health.
Dictatorships don’t listen
Or tolerate the question why
So the rest of the world waits
For the Meglomanic to die.
When think tanks run dry,
Will the people ask why,
Bullets are bouncing off the tanks,
That were once intellectual banks.
When the think tanks run dry,
Is there anywhere now where people can try,
To stop the die being cast,
For the dogs of war to be released from the past.
When the think tanks run dry,
Where will we get the positive energy we need to buy,
At any price, to refill the think tanks,
With thoughts that are not blanks.
When the think tanks run dry,
And all we can do is sigh,
As more grenades are tossed,
Has the chance for peace been lost.
It wasn’t a matter of “should”;
’Twas more like a question of “could?"
So tanks for expansions,
Don’t care about sanctions;
At this point, they’re not any good.
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
Corona virus
lurking fears all around me
we all will die
the TV screaming nonstop
Must be afraid be afraid
independence is won with bombs, bullets and blood not balloons and squirt guns
the sky is falling to the far left again under the weight of retired tanks
Elephants ran
from the perilous sounds
the bakery overcooked the days bread
winter tires
installed on the wheelchairs
soldiers in a line to eat cakes
bread was in short supply
monsters on break, or strike
clouds dipped to human eyes
blinding all with hope
if a grave misses a few flowers?
what does it matter?
chimneys have no smoke
wineries have no grapes
lovers lost all grace
when rain falls
words become wet
like feet caressing the sand
I have a photo?
would you understand?
World of tanks the best
you destroy other people
to win the battle
Bang Bang Bang they die
Then you get killed by tanks too
so you watch your team
In won the battle
thanks to my super teammates
But I lost some cash
Let me get this right. Bribes are under the table and lobbying is on the table Loopholes and something’s rotten in the leaching field
Think tanks are like water tanks,
They have to supply to all unlearned in thirst of knowledge!
A concerted body of thought
Primes the guarded pump
Each driving rendition, a version
The sculpture of well attuned days
This time around
Jaundice backseat drivers
Underwhelmed by gangrene javelins
Karmic mercury tipped for change
Directions of satan rearranged fallen
New features fitting old scriptures
A hidden mythology of sound, before word
Frontier searching mapmakers to mystic rebound
Or gather old glory in mermaids of fury
Womb pressed to unleash worthy solutions
Silky thrones of forgotten passion
A fine castle estate of make waves
hitting the breakers, sand shark lakes mutant
With escapades curtained in bone
People don't want to help people like us
Thousands screaming
In stillness and crowded minds
Too pure a place for such a vacuum
Locked in the limbo tanks
Drugged like an animal for safety
Only we go nowhere but inside
Into another, still, lifeless room
With other neatly stacked humans
In pyjamas and iconic like toys
Teddy bears like candy for company
Child like screams, mad people's noise
Mummies come to visit
So classically british
Ignorance seeps from every orafice
She peels the patient's fruit.
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