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Distress

Produce! Produce!
The gory green skull.
Sell the horror of war for sale.
Start it off with a blast.

Place the curse on both of us
As we watch with silent smiles.
Tell the world we don’t care
if children are starving everywhere.

Hit them hard between the eyes
the nagging poets whom so many despise.
Set at odds the corporate breed
and replace their greed with human need.

Call off the warlords.
Call off the drug lords.
Let holy war find an end.
Let holy peace start over again.

Turn off your T.V.
and set down your empty glass.
Isn’t it about time
you got off your righteous past.

Hit me in the face with a cherry pie.
Cram my mouth full of vanilla ice cream.
Smear blueberry all over my face.

Red, white and blue.
Pitiful patriotic passion.

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