You know the Army has the ‘Green Berets’ and the ‘Special Forces’ and the Navy has the ‘Seals’ and the Air Force has the…uh..’Rescue Rangers’ or something. Anyway, the jar heads over in the Marines have been feeling left out in all the laudatory media coverage and would like to have their own very special, elite, shock troops. You might ask, what took them so long to hop on the bandwagon? Well, the Marines believe that every Marine is an elite fighter. A Marine creed is “Every Marine a rifleman.” So this new Marine unit will be like the elite of the elite, I suppose. Anyway, I don’t buy all this ‘Special Forces’ crapola. I think it mainly operates as propaganda. I mean, how hard is it to be elite when you belong to the military of the country which spends trillions of dollars on war? Let’s be honest, most of these guys went into the military because they didn’t know what else to do after they got through sleeping through high school. All the guys who had it together in school and went into the military joined ROTC and went on to become pencil pushing military bureaucrats. I guess you have to make up all sorts of elite groups and medals to make up for the pathetic pay and living on welfare while your family waits for you to come home for a few weeks at a time.
Did you just wet yourself?
Did you just wet yourself/
Hiding behind your digital shield/Writin about brave men/And tellin us how you feel//When you squeeze your knees/When your butt cheeks squeek/As you type your keys/And show us what you speak//In the company of none/From your dream world rendezvous/Where baby cakes can take a break/And don't have that much to do//With the nature of the physical/Where real men bust their ass/And ride the steed of deeds/And don't learn back talkin baby sass//
Did you just wet yourself/No really..I would like to know/Is wienie-ville holdin some kind of no talent contest/And if so..How much do you figure you blow/
Did you just wet yourself?
Did you just wet yourself/
Hiding behind your digital shield/Writin about brave men/And tellin us how you feel//When you squeeze your knees/When your butt cheeks squeek/As you type your keys/And show us what you speak//In the company of none/From your dream world rendezvous/Where baby cakes can take a break/And don’t have that much to do//With the nature of the physical/Where real men bust their ass/And ride the steed of deeds/And don’t learn back talkin baby sass//
Did you just wet yourself/No really..I would like to know/Is wienie-ville holdin some kind of no talent contest/And if so..How much do you figure you blow/
Neils,
I don’t really get your numerous references to ‘wienie holding’. Is this some sort of sexual thing for you? If you’re so upset why don’t you tell me how I’m wrong. I’m having a hard time deciphering the poems. Just come out and say what you mean. You think I’m wrong, a coward, a fag, just say it! Stop wasting my time.
All I see you do/
is write crap/
crap/
behind your digital potty shield/
wienie poetry/
peepee poopoo/
Did you just wet yourself?
Did you just wet yourself/
Hiding behind your digital shield/Writin about brave men/And tellin us how you feel//When you squeeze your knees/When your butt cheeks squeek/As you type your keys/And show us what you speak//In the company of none/From your dream world rendezvous/Where baby cakes can take a break/And don't have that much to do//With the nature of the physical/Where real men bust their ass/And ride the steed of deeds/And don't learn back talkin baby sass//
Did you just wet yourself/No really..I would like to know/Is wienie-ville holdin some kind of no talent contest/And if so..How much do you figure you blow/