Tried to MSN ya and started writing poetry:
bro
we be goin to abu graib
to win the war that rummy gave.
of thousands of innocents who lie in their graves
uncle sammy thinks only of sunny days.
that dream is a nightmare for those whose homes we invade
so that we can choose several octane grades.
long live petroleum, the opiate of the masses..
on whose energy we waste and create greenhouse gases
the oil we love so much, we are truly addicted
that junkies we have become, sadistic and wicked
All I can see is a sign made of wrought iron, branded into the sky, "Abu Graib Macht Frei..."
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