From a twisted fig tree,
I seek the twisted truth.
How shall I put this delicately?
Let’s see…

Every day, every day
President Chimp, he slings his shit
in Kong’s name, he asks it stick.
Search the world for whacking sticks
keeps the biggest whacking stick
with his stick he hits and hits,
notice how he contradicts?
Simple mind has president chimp.

Howler Monk, Howler Monk
raises Cain upon a stump,
thumps and thumps and thumps that stump
claims to love the Martyr Monk.
Boarded eye has Howler Monk,
“President Chimp is right as rain,
Kong’s on our side!” hear him say,
Martyr Monk, his words betrayed.

Well,
these knuckles won’t walk water
But,
these gibbon eyes can see through lies.

Martyr Monk, Martyr Monk
from a gnarled branch was hung
all our apely ways debunked.
He won’t need a whacking chunk
purify with flood of flame
sanctify unKongly apes
Burn to ash old President Chimp
cinder hunk of Howler Monk.

01/31/2005

Author's Note: This is a reflection of my simple-minded understanding of current American foreign policy. There are many fine justifications for hypocrisy. Please note this: It was flood the last time, and will be fire the next time. President Chimp = George W., Kong = God, Martyr Monk = Jesus, Howler Monk = A Televangelist, Whacking Sticks = Weapons of Mass Destruction, Gibbon = our hero, david hill. What a planet.

Posted on 01/31/2005
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