Taps

Prolonged courtship, thousands of miles away
As I’m shot at, garroted, nearly run through
With a flock of shrapnel, but this is what your
Freedom’s worth to me, and when we have
A beautiful blond haired, blue-eyed baby
Girl or boy, prom queen or quarterback,
Student Council President, in any case, the world
Will be free of those who target our fair nation,
Turn her resources against us, judge us, they
Dare judge us?!! Haven’t we provided for them
Like I provided for you? And then they blow
Our shit up, like you fucked and sucked
Bobby Jenkins down the street? Your letter
Was a slap in the face. When I get home
From this desert, I’m punching the fuck out of you.

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