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foggy on the carrier
smilin’ in sunglasses
off they go.
run others run
mccarthy made us do it
i’ll have a gin and tonic.
what’s a few dead cows?
burning monkeys
send in the boys.
steak and a baked potato, please
maybe bamboo submarines?
goddamn hippies.
it’s the communal virus
sapping our precious fluids
whiskey sours on the foredeck
to watch the napalm sunset.