SONG OF THE WESTERN SLAVS
We opened fire like Miller
cans
It was that kind of time
Before us miscellaneous people fell
All over the ground
Their hands beat the ground
Their teeth bit the ground
It was so very interesting
I shall never again see anything so interesting
The
way they moved was so interesting
The way I watched them was also interesting
And especially interesting
Was the interesting
I went down to the corporal
Said, Gimme my head
He was smoking a Marlboro
Red
He said he had left it
Outside city gates
A pike up the esophagus
Eyeballs moving with ants
O my tongue it was lolling
& my nose it was gone
If you find it dear reader
Please sew it back on
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