ELVIS MCGONAGALL
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Hand of history on his shoulder Well-groomed, perfumed, well-heeled, well-fed No doubt, no qualms, no shame, no guilt Hidden weapons fairy story Bad tyrants must be toppled over Non – il ne regrette rien monsieur Phosphorous burning in hell’s forge Walking wounded, widows on their knees A hard rain falls like molten knives Eden turned to an endless Somme Cocooned in money for old rope He’ll fight them on his tropical beach by elvis mcgonagall, october 2013
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