A War Poem

Fuck the Soldiers

Who died for my words

(The pen is mightier than the sword)

Fuck the mothers

Who cried to their Lords

(Those spiritual bastards sure have lots of money)

Fuck the Masses

Gassed in great hoards

(It cost more to kill them than it did to keep them alive)

And fuck the educators

Who lied with tongues tied

(Better to shut up than to say nothing at all)

Fuck the creators

For time takes no sides

(Only tainted souls enjoy shock therapy)

Fuck those who give orders

There aint no free rides

(Even cops have to pay for their apples these days)

Fuck those who slaughter

With nothing to hide

(not event he grin of sin escapes their delight)

and Fuck the reporters

For every good reporter needs an even better Fuck

© 1991