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Oil War Jingles
by Signalman Second Class Jones (Australia)
Email: raven (nospam) samford.net
12 Apr 2005
Three short jingles
South to the Cape of Good Hope
We should lift the UN
From its New York playpen
Send it south, to the Cape of Good Hope
Stop bottle-feeding it old US dollars
Get it away from suspicious dog collars.
Send it south to the Cape of Good Hope.
We all sent flowers
To Susie from Oklahoma
From our hearts
we all sent flowers
for those you lost
in your falling towers
But for sixty years
where there were bowers
your bombs have brought tears
in bloody showers.
Their thunder somehow
seemed to drown
children, from Cologne to Baghdad,
sobbing, as their worlds fell down.
Susie, my lost love,
these are real tears, these.
Stop it, will youall,
The Gift of Odd
Between Canada and Mexico
there's a growing moral hole
where the citizens of Texaco
are sucking on the dole.
It's exactly matched by the hole in the sky
that has gone just a little bit dim.
But the suckers never, ever ask why
as they polish their SUVs' trim.
It's the whim of an old stealth bomber, they say
who lives very high in the sky,
a god called Odd, from Even,
with a limitless underground pie.
With thanks to John Dique, for the notion of "Odd from Even."
Signalman Second Class Jones. Copyleft
This work is in the public domain
Re: Oil War Jingles
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12 Apr 2005
If it was a war for oil
Where's my 37 cent Premium Unleaded?