I NEVER MADE FOR
HOME THIS EARLY
Gunslingers, put your shit away : douse the torches
all you big dicks in the posse. They're aint 'gonna
be no hanging; go home to your wives and kids.
This whole issue's a fools paradise, and it's been
presented to you by madmen for sure : the blackguard
in the White House, the whiteguard in the Senate and
House. What do any of them know anyway? The
whole place has gone mad. Mad, I say! Mad.
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Insanity runs the rulebook as well as rules the roost,
sets its new parameters, and every bastard nods. I'm
stuck in here with Princeton fabs - these knockheads
studying International Law and International Political
relations, while around them an entire world of words
and goodness sleeps - or has it all been killed?
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All it takes now is to know the secret words and you
can be as mad as the rest : Boko Harum up your ass,
and how come Crimea isn't just presented as Crime A?
Because they're all too chicken-shit to pray but not to prey?
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