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al-Qa'ida pussies

I sent a telegram from behind enemy lines

To my love and the mother of my only child

It read please remember to turn off the radio

And be sure to feed the parrot before departing for paradise….

Not that she would blow up a perfectly good plane

Or even a 53 Buick with a worn out engine and toothless grille….

It’s just that with the entire world, chromed and engulfed in chaos

Bleeding from your nose somehow doesn’t seem quite so morose…

And we go waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda…

With you and Matilda waltzing with me….

2010 T.S. ©