6 – DPRK

Poem number 6
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DPRK
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He was a little portly chap
His uniform was brown
He liked to line up relatives
And gently gun them down
He liked to act the superman,
Hole drives right off the tee
He liked to punish miscreants
With death by RPG.
He was a little portly chap
His cap perched on his head
The world will be much better
When the little bastard’s dead.

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