Rev. Nixon


Our Wide Open Borders - Poem by Rev. Nixon

President Bones has been ordered to sink the ship
It’s to be done without a nuclear blip

He took down the side rails and let the water rush in
That made him so happy; he had that smirk, grin
Problems are from the north and south, is his spin

The peasants on board screamed we have no work
So the Capitan brought out more of his statistical jerk

statistics show pirate unemployment is low
so to there, to the service you'll go

Capitan Bones commanded get your bailing spoon
I don’t know, but this boat might sink soon

But don’t trust your sight and knowledge
I’m the Capitan with my own electorial college

Just turn over your underling rights
Ignore this sinking plight

Captain Bone’s has figured out your sinking needs
He’ll start with a rope, cameras and a universal I.D.

As you know this boats going down
The only life boat is for that new world order clown

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 29, 2006



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