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"Manic Panic" by Jan Sand 2008-11-19 09:11:06 |
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The dangers of defence Are accountably immense As the things of everyday can testify. Everything with edges Sharp enough to trim the hedges Can decapitate, or at least, put out an eye. With a mien most fundamentalist And a sharpened ice cream stick Any nut can take his pick Of any installation list, Atomic power station, Capitol of the nation, Anywhere or any place To turn the Feds into disgrace With explosions, soil erosions, or massive defecation. From any source, with no remorse, The terror can emit To cause a public fit. A mass of horrid stomach gas, a psychotic horse, A strategic loosened shoelace, The ace of spades out of place, Anything could smash the nation. A bumblebee inside the pants Of the minister of finance Could initiate frightful deflation. So how can we Be calm, be free Coldly sweating through our lives at nights? We must dare to foreswear Matches, scissors, remain bare Doff all clothes from underwear to tights. Naked then, women and men, Every one, surely then, Could never hide anything offensive. Calm and nude We could conclude It's reasonless to be apprehensive So imbued, husbands and wives, Children, dogs And pet frogs Can inhabit safe and pointless lives.
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