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Company 11 (a friendly fire agency) (Villanelle) by <{Baba^Yaga}>
Can you not see I am an embedded ass-shot, red hot quilled porcupine? Until Saddam Hussein is beheaded. Why is my skull now perforated? Blood comes out with turpentine. Can you not see I am an embedded? The moment all CNN affiliates have dreaded. (I think I'll snort this fat [coke] line.) Until Saddam Hussein is beheaded. Will this war , as a holiday, be celebrated? (I think while jacking smack on my porcelaine shrine.) Can you not see I am an embedded? Must everything be so impersonated? (I borrowed this thought, it was never mine.) Until Saddam Hussein is beheaded. Fuck, while I was talking, my Scotch evaporated. Eight plus one minus zero is nine. Must everything be so impersonated? Will this war , as a holiday, be celebrated?

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