It was the war to end all warring of the poor on the rich,
We sold grandmas china next door to Anzac
And watched Captain Sky in our Victorian mansion of Yesterday,
The violin lessons closeted with the mop.
I made collage from newspaper fodder about Iraqi Desert Freedom,
We marched in respectable sweatshop clothes in the city with thousands, palliative, cathartic.
In the Dalles, the church wanks honked at Grey Panthers on the corner by the post office, surveilled.
Our daughters rebels at heart, insulted God at Colonel Wright, teacher said, not reciting the Pledge.
Hell recover. Gitmo pyramids upper right hand corner cover his shame at the incident.
Father-in-Law, a mortgage interrogator, won Vietnam but not carte blanche to run raids on our home, we watched another movie.
The river drowns the petroglyphs, she who watches eats popcorn.
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Nostalgia, invented by Satan in 1911, surplaced Satire as the leading form for dinnerware molds, until Dresden firebombed the allies in 19fortywhatever. Radio raised $75 million dollars for zNistslgia in 1945 when the atom bomb made Satire nap until 1980, when Reagan began Why I Auto banking with Saddam, his Oil Paramour. Finally, Nostalgia for Nazis and Japanese sex dolls won our tiny hearts again around 2010, using purt Bush, Obama, part Clinton and Trump brain segments. It was gloriously continued to re-issue Adam and Eve and the Oligarch Pharaoh Quintet. I hope you enjoy, it's our only station.
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