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THE MISSION CREEP
Contributed by
steeleyes
on
Tuesday, 14th December 2004 @ 07:34:20 AM in AEST
Topic:
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Here is the Mission Creep
The man who never lost his sleep
Who pronounced Mission Accomplished
And then pushed you in too deep
Now more troops are required
To shore up the mess
It seems that Mission Accomplished
Was something of a guess?
Or more like a convenient lie
Just a line of meaningless crap
From the guy who ran from Nam
Dressed up as military sap
He is the Mission Creep
All mouth and no real guts
A creepy little liar
Who has cost so many butts
Iraq grows more dangerous
Hour on sordid hour
But monkey man will gets his nuts
While all you get is sour
Its almost Christmas time
And the Bushs are bent in prayer
While troops lie in their graves
Layer on rotting layer
What kind of man is this?
What kind of incompetent jerk?
What kind of filthy liar?
Could do this slimy work?
He is the Mission Creep
The one who caused this crap
He is the smiling ape
Who may escape the rap
His creepy eyes are fixed
Like crosshairs on a gun
The gun he never held
As many lost a son
He built a war on fear
He built a war on lies
Watch now his ugly smirk
As still another dies
This ugly little Mission Creep
Will try to make it seem
Iraq was someone ELSE'S fault
And avoid their dying scream
All those troops have served
Which this bastard NEVER did
The Mission Creep stayed at home
The coward only hid
So if you see him in fatigues
Puffed up like some braying chimp
Realise one thing about this creep
Hes just the saddest wimp
He opened up Pandoras Box
Where others now must die
Mission Creep sits safe at home
As mothers sit and cry
Never again should such a fool
Be given this kind of power
Such a sad coward he truly is
See his lying words turn sour
Down and down into chaos wide
He takes the mess of Iraq
Deeper and deeper into the mire
His slaughtering attack
All based on proven lies
Churned out by callous men
This failure will be the death of sons
As he piously says, Amen
As Christmas comes think of those lost
Gone and never again to be
So many idealistic young lives
Lost through his decree
All because of a bunch of lies
Incompetence and covert plans
So much destruction and so much death
From Mission Creeps bloody hands
Copyright ©
steeleyes
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2004-12-14 07:34:20]
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Re: THE MISSION CREEP
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by Former_Member on
Tuesday, 14th December 2004 @ 09:11:29 AM AEST
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| Well said. Elections should sort out Iraq, surely . . ? Once elections happen, all the terrorists will see that bombs solve nothing, surely . . ? And then they'll put on suits and become more powerful terrorists - in the fake idium that is democrazy. |
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Re: THE MISSION CREEP
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by DJ_The_Young_Grasshopper on
Wednesday, 15th December 2004 @ 07:30:14 PM AEST
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| More preaching to the choir, my friend. Another good write. |
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