13,165. MY GREASED WHEELS

MY GREASED WHEELS

For the love of God, Amerika, please

cut it out : once and for all we're sick

of you. Vacillating harbor ship, cruising

to nowhere at all but sorely needing help.

The Cruise Industry, haven't you heard,

is dead. So is the Movie Industry, fake

face, artificial tits, squeeze-bucket minions

of mayhem. Go home Amerika, or at

least get out of my way. I'm sick of your

melting pot GreeksArmeniansMexicans

ItaliansHispanicsSlovakiansand Poles.
You make porno look good.

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I've gone to seed over your Polkas too.

In Heaven there is no beer. That's why

they drink it here? Tout your guns at

a midshipman's alarums, not mine. I

alone can speak brute force to power.

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I once met a wife in Avalon. I thought

she was mine, now she's gone. Here's

to you and Timbuktu. My greased

wheels can outrun your lightning.