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[aid] => mick
[title] => THE MISSION CREEP
[time] => 2004-12-14 07:34:20
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[bodytext] => Please view image before reading verses: http://www.geocities.com/kaneix/missioncreep.jpg -o- Here is the Mission Creep The man who never lost his sleep Who pronounced “Mission Accomplished” And then pushed you in too deep Now more troops are required To shore up the mess It seems that “Mission Accomplished” Was something of a guess? Or more like a convenient lie Just a line of meaningless crap From the guy who ran from Nam Dressed up as military sap He is the Mission Creep All mouth and no real guts A creepy little liar Who has cost so many butts Iraq grows more dangerous Hour on sordid hour But monkey man will gets his nuts While all you get is sour It’s almost Christmas time And the Bush’s are bent in prayer While troops lie in their graves Layer on rotting layer What kind of man is this? What kind of incompetent jerk? What kind of filthy liar? Could do this slimy work? He is the Mission Creep The one who caused this crap He is the smiling ape Who may escape the rap His creepy eyes are fixed Like crosshairs on a gun The gun he never held As many lost a son He built a war on fear He built a war on lies Watch now his ugly smirk As still another dies This ugly little Mission Creep Will try to make it seem Iraq was someone ELSE'S fault And avoid their dying scream All those troops have served Which this bastard NEVER did The Mission Creep stayed at home The coward only hid So if you see him in fatigues Puffed up like some braying chimp Realise one thing about this creep He’s just the saddest wimp He opened up Pandora’s Box Where others now must die Mission Creep sits safe at home As mothers sit and cry Never again should such a fool Be given this kind of power Such a sad coward he truly is See his lying words turn sour Down and down into chaos wide He takes the mess of Iraq Deeper and deeper into the mire His slaughtering attack All based on proven lies Churned out by callous men This failure will be the death of sons As he piously says, Amen As Christmas comes think of those lost Gone and never again to be So many idealistic young lives Lost through his decree All because of a bunch of lies Incompetence and covert plans So much destruction and so much death From Mission Creep’s bloody hands [comments] => 2 [counter] => 202 [topic] => 41 [informant] => steeleyes [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 11 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => political )
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