It's the Wooloff

[Slyde 1]

A crosskeyed Peter Piper poked the peak of pilot peaker.
And pilot picker pulled a pucker pause to film the beaker of the pilot peaker pissing on the Piper's future peaks ... er ...well

Along came Deedie Donkulus to hunker down the breather
and hide him up behind her skirt where nary none could see her.
And all agape we wonder what the Donkulous was thinking
To hire pilot peaker with a past and rear a stinking.

A rear alas, is not what most would pick to be the reason
to sally forth into a bog what hath no change in seasons.
Cash it is and it shall be the need for lame decision.
Carry on tradition and ignore expert derision.

Helping out poor uncle Sam to line his OD pocket.
Hanging paper over walls in darkness. Hey. Don't knock it.
Sammy needs the money gang ' really needs recruitment.
Jacking up your roster isn't what a bod's a doin'.

Jacking up my checkbook via tiny, tiny nation.
Jacking up my checkbook is about my OWN duration.
Jacking up YOUR numbers isn't in young Sammy's interest.
Rounding up your dues for ink deception he will send us.

Government Relations folks. Now THERE's an oxymoron.
Lay me out a line upstairs near mugs for us to pour on.
Hollywood is in the west but acting isn't born there.
Building sets -a weak facade - and cancer carries more hair.

Sally forth and belly up for laughs, and laughs abounding.
Let me tell you boyzungurls, I have yet begun sounding.

still & always
luv
slyde

A Peace Prize within minutes of Bombing the Moon. Coincidence? "Beware the Military Industrial Complex." You GO Ike!