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Random Poem:

THE UNOBSERVANT AMERICAN
Edna

A good ol' redneck boy lived down in Texas
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In a good ol' redneck town called Nowheresville;
 2
He looked out down his dreary little Main Street,
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Its 4x4s and burger bars a joy to see
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And thought, "Sure as Hell's there's someplace better 'n this
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Where Ah kin visit, now my poor Jackie's gone to Heav'n,
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Fightin' furr his flag in distant I-rake,
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Where some heathen towelhead didn't com-pree-hind
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That he'd come to save him for the Lawd and dee-mock-raycee
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And (thinkin' Jackie's come to steal his Oil and shoot his kiddies)
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Shoved a gray-nade up his patriotic Yankee asshole,
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Which sure as eggs is eggs made sweeping up real hard
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Seein's as how the bodybag they sent us had but scraps in."
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And so that redneck boy got on his horse "Ole Nigger",
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And mosey’d right on to the travel agent's shop,
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Saying "Yeehah, boy, Ah sure would like to see the world
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Now Ah ain't got no goddam heir to leave mah dollars to,
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No one to beee-queath mah ranch and mangy cows to.
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You know mah family name is McNamara
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And my dear ol' mom's first name was Jock,
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So I reckon I must be Scottish and I shore feel proud o' that.
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So I gotta see me those Scottish Highlands,
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Play me some golf and guzzle down a quart
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Or three or ten of rare old mountain malt,
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An' then mebbe, ma good ol' lady, bless her obese ass,
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Can buy herself some nice plaid placemats
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For us to put upon our groaning table
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When next we have a family Bar-B-Q."
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The travel agent looked real inter-rested
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Seeing he'd had a real bad business day
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Having sold but two Greyhound tickets to Houston
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For some boys he'd swear were dirty faggots.
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"Mind you boy," quoth next our stalwart hero,
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"Don't book me into no Edinberg as that sounds
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Kinda like a Jewboy town and I don't hold with that."
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So off he flew from Dallas Fort Worth Airport
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With his newly minted US passport in his pants,
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His wife and he weighed five hundred pounds between them
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So their buttocks had to go as excess baggage
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(Well, not really folks, but speaking frankly,
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No aircraft seats are built to house such beasts).
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He had to change planes once in New York City
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But was damned if he'd get out and visit
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Such a den of crime and delinquency,
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Full of Wall Street smarties, grinning Jews
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And liberal-minded pinko fairy assholes.
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After gorging on an endless, tasteless
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Feast of US airline slop and free weak beers
 48
Our heroes came down to earth in earthy Glasgow,
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Which they were surprised to find a mighty city
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Not just some cute little Scottish township,
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Filled with of pipers, kilts, just like Brigadoon.
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And so he came to see the glorious Highlands,
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The Great Glen, the lochs and cute wee Arisaig:
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"Gee whiz" he thought "This sure is friggin' awesome,
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We don't have this in our lovely Lone Star state
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Although we could afford to ship it piecemeal."
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He played golf in hideous tartan troosers,
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Pathetic portly pillock striding over link and heather;
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He tried every brand of golden malted liquor
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He could lay his podgy paws on, not knowing
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They were marked up but watered down with cowpiss;
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He bought a tartan tam o'shanter in the garish hues
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Of the non-existent McNamara clan,
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But he didnae ken 'twas newly minted
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For rubberneckers by the Scottish Tourist Board.
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He loved those lil' ol' glens and lochs and mountains,
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He loved his lil' ol' B&B, with its phoney
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Antlers in the hallway and malt whisky marmalade
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And genuine Scots hospitality at only twice the normal price.
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Gee, if only he'd been born in Scotland
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Instead of Nowheresville TX (USA);
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Gee if only son Jack hadn't been a soldier
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And had his big fat bollocks blown to Kingdom come;
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Gee but you cain't turn back that lil' old clock
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'Cuz the Good Lord, he don't operate that way.
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And so, many thousand dollars the lighter,
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Mary Lou and he went back to Hicksville,
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No wiser for their only visit to the real world,
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Looking forward to a well-done T-bone
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Big enough to feed a dozen children
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Starving in a shitty shanty village,
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Denied the drugs their fascist government
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Is too criminally mean to give.
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Once they'd landed back on Texas' sacred US soil
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And waddled through the armed guards' welcome posse
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(A Homeland need now that Uncle Sam was worldwide-hated),
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He and Mary Lou knew they were back in Godzone landscape,
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Far from the homo-liberal atmosphere of old Europe.
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So they climbed into their huge gas-guzzling auto,
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Gazing fondly round them at the fat folks just like them,
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Reg'lar guys who knew not Kyoto from cockadoodie,
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Folks who loved the cut-price smell of greenhouse gases,
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And what a joy their State was free from dirty commie thinking!
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Gee it was great to be back in goddam civilization
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And how sad their son had died to keep America brave and free.
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