THE MEN OF MEAT
"Great Shot Comrade!"
Perhaps it was that
Urban guerilla sniper...
Disfiguring the mutated
Men of Meat?
Special weapons and tactics
We really needed
To SWAT the earth
With an iron fist
While performing the
Postmodern variations
Of the infamous end-zone "dookey dance"
Of the seven digits in real tight pants
Puking yards of Xeroxed legal tender
The way is clear for
The total surrender
Not the snuff job
Of the "Final Solution
"
But to buy guns, you know...
For their own Revolution!!!
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