Poem

THE NOBEL PRIZE PRAY MARK
 
 
THERE WAS ONE WHO WAS FAMED FOR THE NUMBER OF DEAD HE FORGOT WHEN HE WOKE FROM HIS KIP: CAMBODIANS, LAOTIANS, ALL THOSE NAMELESS WHO BLED, "AND FROM THUNDER BY GOD" HE WOULD QUIP.
 
HE'D DOMINOES, DOMINOES, SO CAREFULLY STACKED, WITH HIS SKULL PAINTED CLEARLY ON EACH: BUT SINCE NOW HE'S OMITTING TO MENTION THE FACT, WHY THEY'RE THERE---- RIGHT BEHIND CHINA BEACH.
 
BUT LOOSING HIS TOYS HARDLY MATTERED, BECAUSE HE WAS SEVEN PARTS CUT WHEN HE CAME, WITH THREE LINES OF TOOT, BUT THE WORST OF IT WAS, HE HAS WHOLLY FORGOTTEN HIS NAME.
 
HE WILL ANSWER TO "HIGH!" OR TO ANY SCREAMED CRY, SUCH AS "FRY THEM!" OR "TELL THEM TO DIG!" TO "PARRILLA MY DEAR" OR "TIMOR" SOME TRY, BUT ESPECIALLY "PARACHUTE JIG".
 
NOW FOR THOSE WHO PREFER A MORE FORCIBLE PUN HE HAS DIFFERENT NAMES FOR THESE: AN INTIMATE ONE CALLS HIM "UNCLE SAM'S SON", WHILE HIS ENEMIES "KISS OF DEATH" TEASE.
 
"HIS FORM IS UNGAINLY--- HIS INTELLECT SMALL-" (SO THE GENERAL GRUDGINGLY GRUNTS)--- "BUT HIS M SIXTEEN'S LOADED!--- THAT AFTER ALL, IS THE SOUL STATE WHEN STARTING RED HUNTS".
 
HE WOULD JOKE WITH THE CHINESE, RETURNING THEIR STARE WITH AN IMPUDENT WAG OF HIS HEAD: AND HE ONCE WENT A WALK, PAW-IN-PAW, WITH A BEAR, "JUST TO KEEP IT IN SPIRITS!" HE SAID.
 
HE CAME AS A STATESMAN: BUT OWNED WHEN TOO LATE--- AND IT DROVE HONEST PEOPLE HALF MAD--- HE ONLY PLAYED WAR GAMES THAT HE COULD DICTATE, FOR WHICH WE, IN THE WEST, SHOULD BE GLAD?
 
 
 
 
 
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