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Prettyville

Contributed by Steeleyes on Tuesday, 3rd June 2003 @ 11:05:00 AM in AEST
Topic: oops



Mom’s apple pie is arsenic laced
She buys it at the grocer’s store
Along with all the helpless geeks
Who’s lives are one big snore

But today there’s something diff’rent
She smells the scorching heat
Watching the putrid goggle box
It knocks her off her feet

Some gooks have been nasty
And don’t do it the American way
She snarls in brainless fury
And swears that they will pay

Next day is Sunday and off she heads
To the pink chapel in the park
All white lace and ponytails
To hear the horny preacher bark

“Good citizens of Prettyville
I hear such an awful thing!
Abroad are unwashed foreigners
They deserve a good beating!”

Oh me oh my what a stir
Among the bow-ties and the dresses
Such a thing can not be borne
With us no one messes

“Smash the punks and rip them up
They cannot be truly holy
Don’t they know we are the cream
And they are black and lowly?”

So they hide the slaughter in angels wings
Make believe the killing is lovely
They carry their conscience in a pretty bag
Then rot in hell, …but slowly



Copyright © Steeleyes ... [ 2003-06-03 11:05:00]
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Re: Prettyville (User Rating: 1 )
by TFLM on Tuesday, 3rd June 2003 @ 11:57:23 PM AEST
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Prejudice, snobbishness, and conceit are dreadful traps. Thankyou for highlighting them




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