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The Major’s Crew

A miserable crew -

A lying gaggle -

From Ratfink and Turd

To blithering Lilly -

Such a pack of cowards

Who let genocide go

But are ever so tough

To trade semen of bulls; -

A bunch of pure gits

Of which moribund twits

The most stomach-turning twirp

ls the Major himself; -

Of him one must ask

Not only: why assist

Civilian massacres

ln Croatia and Bosnia?

But also this question:

Why can you not shave

Between that upper lip

And your nose to its tip?



Cloudsley, Tim, MA; British independent academic researcher and writer, poet, essayist, and short story writer resident in Colombia; formerly lecturer in Sociology at Heriot-Watt University, Edinburgh, Scotland.

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