General Poem 4 - A Diplomacy Meltdown!

Evening/Freezing/SSP's cubicle in an office somewhere in the South

We want friends, not foes.
We want love, not war.
We want sand, not money.
We want water, not honey.
We want shin, not a sin.
We want IR, so to win.
We want peace, not a crime.
We want love, tis not a lie.
We want moolah, this is true.
Screwing you? That's too bad you dim wit m.....f......r! Bring it on!!!!


Your Guru of Love

shit stain pantines