The tragedy of Muthared and his Bazooka

[Conan_McMurtrie]

Oh, bazooka, how you make we sweat.
How you blow up all with just
one gentle trigger at your hip.

I wish I was more like you, my dear Bazooka,
so I could shoot granades gleaming from the tip of my dick.

But oh, how could my dick ever equal you, dear Bazooka.

If anyone were to ever take you from me,
I would surely cower and loose my wit, you are to me,
dear Bazooka, as man to woman's lips.

Along we will fight, side by side, dear Bazooka you and me,
God gave you unto me so I could do as he sees fit,
blow up men and children with me again
accross this earth of twits, my Bazooka.

Oh shit.

A cruise missile we have hit. Oh! The sting!
No longer is your gentle trigger at your hip,
or my hip the bearer of my humble dick.
Oh, dear Bazooka, God did not do as we saw fit!

But in heaven we shall meet again
dear Bazooka you and I,
and there again your trigger shall meet my finger,
and virgins we shall castigate
with your Granades gleaming and my heavenly dick.

[smirk]

im tempted to do a hilarious freud (froyd?) meets monty python analysis of this piece but i just cant be bothered.
you'll just have to imagine

or picture rik from the young ones reciting it

pretty funny conan, or is it a serious look inside a deranged soldiers mind? or is it a recipie fro cookies wit no eggs?

[Conan_McMurtrie]

Your quite close with the freud-python thing, although I just write shit like that when I'm bored. I think sarcastic art is sometimes the most rewarding, you know, when you don't take it too seriously.