Boots On Ground - Poem by bobby beddoe
Islam killers are Lerk'ng on our streets;
but, here in Texas, we have large fleets
Of two-stepp'n boots on the ground,
So if you Jihadists come around,
We'll send you back home, shrink-wrapped, in your sheets!
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