The Hang Fire Regurgitate Forever Blog
Is coming to take you away, take you away.
Obliterate forever, with raisins, and hope
You make it out, unscathed, with raisins in hand, fucker.
Second guess my punkrock and you pass go,
Are aflicted to collect german beer at Walmart
In Tennessee come the sinnin’ hour, see how you like that.
Cause the redneck swings his Chrysler into the handicap spot,
Steps out swaggering, sleeveless T over carby arms,
Ubiquitous barb-wire ink over ignorant shoulders,
What passes for muscle, what passes for tough guy here.
You wanna take a poke? Swing for the trachea.
Cripple the son of a bitch and take his air.
Shrink wrap your monogram and hide it
From Dick Cheney. Not the Dick Cheney in hiding from
Dick Cheney in camouflage. Rather the Dick Cheney from
The Ducks of Go-Fuck-Yourself. Quack quack.
Suck the Buckshot Blowjob Justice Scolia.
Pray for Lisa Thi, my brethren, pray to see
Her dance of the seven veils, wherenst she reveals
Her True self, Terrifying and Magnificent
Above Ye. And then bring her the heads of Seven Baptist Preachers,
Or their rebellious Rebel sons. Gather them from
A Confederate Reenactment and you get double points,
Bring her the head of one David Randall Blythe,
And the game is finished. Metal to metal.
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