flyboy sam

crack the case the corporate pig wanes the hotel, shot three dead, baby dies from shaking, can't stop the anger the click of red that moment when consciousness fades, tunnel vision red, black, rage, darkened contorted face, horror movie material, revoke their liquor license before tragedy is revealed. Repeal the laws before your leader takes a mocking stab at the flyboys, the heroes of annihilation, pushing his desk down the runway, fall, just fall. Premature ejaculate flows from his lips as the vp takes to him another 4 years. An evil coalition of death and doom who's next? Perhaps disease torn countries of adolescent nature, whose entrails are stipend with mines and gutted by our previous glories. Perhaps more middle sand hot sunburt sultry days. They're all in it together. Maybe home where kids are laying on skid row, stealing a piece of beef to get their maternal orifice a fix. Take pride in what you stand for as the world watches with horrified eyes the atrocities of pious men.