The Star
By Tim Jaffa
You get in your car,
you won't go far,
you're going to the bar,
you think you're a star,
those children you shall char
as your car explodes when you drunkenly hit the playgound and shower the pupils
in flaming gasoline, a product of the heartless multi-nationals. Watch
as they scream in pain.
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