The blacksmith and the boy-scout, after torturing a thief
Looking up at the hero, the Commander-in-Chief
Saying, “Tell me great hero, but please make it brief
Is there a hole for us to get sick in?”
The Commander-in-Chief answers him while pounding a fly
Saying, “Death to all those who would whimper and cry”
And dropping a barbell he points to the sky
Saying, “The sun’s not yellow it’s chicken”
The geometry of innocent flesh on the bone
Keeps Galileo busy while his math book gets thrown
In lazy Delila’s lap who sits worthlessly alone
Yet the tears on her cheeks are from laughter.
Well, John the Baptist after torturing a thief
Looks up at his hero the Commander-in-Chief
Saying, “Tell me great hero, but please make it brief
Is there a hole for me to get sick in?”
The Commander-in-Chief answers him while chasing a fly
Saying, “Death to all those who would whimper and cry”
And dropping a barbell he points to the sky
Saying, “The sun’s not yellow it’s chicken”
The geometry of innocent flesh on the bone
Causes Galileo’s math book to get thrown
At Delilah who’s sitting worthlessly alone
But the tears on her cheeks are from laughter