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| == Serious Limericks ==
| | You couldn't pay me to igorne these posts! |
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| :Osama hated the US's excesses
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| :So he created a cruel plan to stress us
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| :And Bush, like a jerk,
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| :Made the plan work
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| :Failures just are not successes
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| :In lands far away, wars are fought in,
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| :A cycle foul, vicious and rotten.
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| :We'll continue to pay
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| :For acts wrought on that day,
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| :While our heroes remain unforgotten.
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| :Scared that they'll "get" you or me,
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| :We've built safety by nat'nal decree,
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| :The cost of protection?
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| :A freedom "correction."
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| :We've given up our rights for free.
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| :Falling through space makes me giddy ---
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| :Its so devastatingly pretty.
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| :But fallen towers,
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| :Wars with foreign powers,
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| :Execrable. So fucking shitty.
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| :Iraq and Afghanistan lawless,
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| :The bodies lie broken and faceless,
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| :'Cause deep in the shadows
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| :Behind tinted windows
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| :Are they to whom war means big business.
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| :In the forest a tree topples down,
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| :and another, and all hear the sound.
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| :The dwellers will grieve,
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| :they will sow and conceive
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| :or rage on to burn the rest down.
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| :two planes at two towers did soar
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| :and kindled on terror a war
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| :though empty the sky
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| :where the towers did lie
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| :their shadow's more long than before
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| :nine eleven visiting the ward
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| :schizophrenics and bipolars look bored
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| :the big tv can blare
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| :there's no one left to care
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| :for our lives have come unmoored
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| :Before nine-eleven two thousand one
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| :there were two towers, now they're none.
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| :a war was conjured,
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| :from which we inferred:
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| :Ideas can't be stopped with a gun!
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| :on the ninth month day number eleven
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| :two buildings fell further from heaven
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| :the cameras were rollin
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| :yet the truth was stolen:
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| :what happened to building number seven?
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| :There once was a town they called Boston
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| :near the towers thousands were lost in.
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| :Though Boston publicly weeps
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| :for loss of life on the cheap,
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| :they secretly wish the planes had got them.
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| :September brought two towers down
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| :and polished conservative crowns
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| :We're swimming in lies
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| :and swindled by spies
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| :while Orleans continues to drown
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