I'll tell you the secret myths
in my heart but it will be
for lots and lots of money
because I'm a true
red-blooded American and
moolah is what it's all about.
Of course if you force
the secret out
remember that cupids arrows
won't do and I have a lot
of missiles to spare.
If you don't believe me
look at Syria, Afghanistan
Iraq, to start. Next?
So don't push my button
or I'll smash yours
until it feels
like mashed oyster.
and I'll slurp it
through a straw and
wash it down with Vodka
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