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Dream In An Old-Timey Air-Raid Rathole Shelter

A        single-cell     jiggle'jerk                    
                                             joke
got told upon me some days ago.
So
much fun it was that i became     wetted
                                                          of trou.
                                                    (Pants to ye bloody
                                                            'mericans).

A          populist priest tried to tidy me up (go down, Moses)
           with an ancient         loincloth         said to once
          have been worn by Jesus, St, Peter, and Pope John XXIII,
           (in that order, respectively)
                                                         I expressed my doubts as to the
                                                   verity of such redoubtable relic,
                              and was thus subject to chants of "You're a Doubting
                                                                                                  Tom'ass !"
                 in high-pitched screachies as if by1000s of mice.  /But they
              were all White, so y'knew they had to be (all)right / & anyway they
                                                   shut the hell up at 17 past midnight

The           plot just thickened'n'thickened, plodding it's way to the
                       uranium mine.
                                            The Guarding Angel just smirked & said:
                                                   "it's  yo'ur'anus, just like your mind.
                                                       Drag it on or leave it behind.
                                                   Ain't
                                           no gawdamn
                                            concern
                                                 of
                                              mine."

It was way past time to part company, and as we did, we saluted the (obsolete!) hammer/sickle flag, as a sign of our solitary Solidarity,
                                                            yielding
                                             to none, and contracting-out
                                               our most lethal ass'ettes
                                               to the boys in the bunker
                               (down)                     below.
                                                        

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Written by dkzksaxxas_DanielX (DadaDoggyDannyKozakSaxfn)
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Author's Note
"Wake up in the morning slaving for breakfast,
so that'a every mouth can be fed. Ohhh,Oh, the Israelites."
                         - Desmond Dekker  c.1967
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