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Array ( [sid] => 63816 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => DELIVERANCE [time] => 2004-09-15 10:15:04 [hometext] => http://www.geocities.com/kaneix/deliverance.gif [bodytext] => Remember the kid?
Playing the banjo?
Too narrow gene pool does that
Incest too

Now look at Bush
The eyes so close together
Altogether too much chimp
And too little dna

We need deliverance
God save us
From this man’s ignorance

Think stick insects
That aimless crawl
Up and around, then down
With brains so very small

Watch the way Bush walks
His brain does not connect
Arms wide out like his coaches taught
It’s called ‘The Power Walk’
For the braindead

A man with a stick-insect mind
It’s not a pretty sight
Too many loose synapses
Too many bar-room nights

“Thick as a brick”
That’s what we say here
And HE has power?
Yes, power to make us fear

To his tiny brain
And the tiny brains of all his friends
That’s all they’ll ever need
And means will bring the end

“Keep ‘em in perpetual fear
That’s all we’ll need to do
Then they’ll always run to us
Except the savvy few.”

They sit in their luxury cave
Mental apes in business suits
They pull those same few levers
Making ever more recruits

See the Neanderthal shepherds
But please don’t look too close
There’s blood between those teeth
And bellies fat and gross

And their braindead leader?
He sits on a fence and plays
No, not on any banjo
But with bomb and shock displays

No sense of future planning
No wise counsel or deep thought
This chimp has a mental blindfold
No intelligence need be sought

And so we seek deliverance
God, please save us do
From the terrible ignorance
Of the backwoodsmen crew [comments] => 0 [counter] => 173 [topic] => 41 [informant] => steeleyes [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => political )

DELIVERANCE

Contributed by steeleyes on Wednesday, 15th September 2004 @ 10:15:04 AM in AEST
Topic: political

Remember the kid?
Playing the banjo?
Too narrow gene pool does that
Incest too

Now look at Bush
The eyes so close together
Altogether too much chimp
And too little dna

We need deliverance
God save us
From this man’s ignorance

Think stick insects
That aimless crawl
Up and around, then down
With brains so very small

Watch the way Bush walks
His brain does not connect
Arms wide out like his coaches taught
It’s called ‘The Power Walk’
For the braindead

A man with a stick-insect mind
It’s not a pretty sight
Too many loose synapses
Too many bar-room nights

“Thick as a brick”
That’s what we say here
And HE has power?
Yes, power to make us fear

To his tiny brain
And the tiny brains of all his friends
That’s all they’ll ever need
And means will bring the end

“Keep ‘em in perpetual fear
That’s all we’ll need to do
Then they’ll always run to us
Except the savvy few.”

They sit in their luxury cave
Mental apes in business suits
They pull those same few levers
Making ever more recruits

See the Neanderthal shepherds
But please don’t look too close
There’s blood between those teeth
And bellies fat and gross

And their braindead leader?
He sits on a fence and plays
No, not on any banjo
But with bomb and shock displays

No sense of future planning
No wise counsel or deep thought
This chimp has a mental blindfold
No intelligence need be sought

And so we seek deliverance
God, please save us do
From the terrible ignorance
Of the backwoodsmen crew

Copyright Â© steeleyes ... [ 2004-09-15 10:15:04]
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