by Chris Butler
Feathered
B-52
bombers,
dropping
aerodynamically-
designed
atomic
bird
turd
bombs
through
thinning
air,
use
overnight
delivery
with
twin-
engine
silver-
winged
american
angels,
camouflaged
amongst
mushroom
clouds,
continuously
blitzkrieg
countless
(innocent)
collateral
civilians
suffering
from
unoriginal
sin,
by
flying
over
war
torn
nations,
defecating
while
looking
out
for
number
one.
February 21, 2009
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