In my country you duck for cover;
Children scatter under flags so old
They gag on pride; stomachs turn before
The right to vote takes hold.
Our fathers bank on history,
Drunk on how good it is
To be seventy.
They tease our sissy mothers blind.
Veterans that got away with murder
Work their forgotten banners into
Little boys, twisting their virgin brains
Within an inch of their lives -
There is nothing like civil war
To sweat the foreign bags
Out to fat pensions
And the truth they deserve;
Jesus and Mary
Daddies are a dime a dozen.
Hugh Rhodes
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/piss-on-fat-old-men/
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