Topic: Gitmo Blues...posting in Poems 'cause I can't stomach singing it...
Savor The Song Of The Suffering Fool
Stripped And Bound Naked; Writhing In Drool
His Organs Ain't Failing No Imminent Harm...
Hands Higher! Right There!
Now He Can't Feel His Arms...
I'll Write Mom Tomorrow - Just Put On The Wires,
We'll Give Him A Whiff Of His Funeral Pyre!
Stuff This In His Mouth, Now:Slap On The Hood...
Hit The Juice
Smell The Flesh
Dance and Scat
Then Sport Wood,
Skip The Bath, Hit The Bricks
Get Another One Prepped!
The Orders Just Came,
...still 31 left
Start with you.
Do the next right thing.