2012/05/21

Meat Grinder - 2012/05/21

There once was a man
Who lived in the van
Down by the river

We mocked him each day
With words we would say
He paid us no mind

Our big economy went bad
Leaving the masses so sad
And the man disappeared

Yet his big van remained
It stayed as if trained
So shunned by the world

One day there were two
Vans parked by the blue
Though we did not laugh

For the exodus now began
To escape wrath of the man
More vans parked riverside

Then the army stopped by
Told us to leave or to die
There our war was born

Though they may own it
We adamantly occupy it
Regardless of the cost

They were all cut down
Some shot some drowned
Others took their place

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