ITS FUN BEING A FASCIST
It’s fun being a Fascist & you don’t have to think –
You wear a pretty uniform the colour of ink
You're tough & big – as you march you twirl
& you are as pretty as a dancing girl
But no one dares doubt you are a MAN
With a row of clinking medals & a fine Sun tan
These days, you don’t have to be a Caucasian
(a big word that means – not Asian ..)
If you like to fight you get a bit of biff
& the blood makes your (little) prick get stiff
our friendly fascist is back!
ReplyDeleteWelcome to the blog, Rae. What a poem you have picked to begin.
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