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the strawberry bitch

war doesn’t sell
but sex does

if you paint titties and ass
on the side of a b-52 bomber

watch how fast that pilot
will come his nuclear seeds
all over the backs of nagasaki and hiroshima

cars, booze, sports, television, fashion, politics
all dependent upon hard, wet wallets

poetry wouldn’t sell
so i made that bitch wear hells

You want to sell national healthcare and a brand new war
Mr. President?

slap some pussy on it

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