I havn't met Satan but i've seen him on TV. All the news stations boast his image cause they're afraid of the consequences. America is hell. HELL! Hell! We'll bow down to the ruler of the underground and keep his underwear clean and toasty. We'll listen as Satan crucifies our names, hangs them on the cross. Crucifies our young, lies, they die. And all the heart broken screaming mothers in America can't stop Satan. He's got his monkeys flinging shit at the middle class. Now its 10 thousand degrees and counting - Just how he likes it. My best friend Jim (an Iraq Vet) and I breath some fire to cool off, only way to sanity. Our minds are free as we conversate..... Of the war, of the war, of the war.
Very nice, I really like the placement of "keep his underwear clean and toasty" its so random that it ties the poem together. Magnifico!!I give it one thumb up, sorry its not quite two
