Wigwam - Grass for blades
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Atomic man, embossed on hues
Of money greens that swell and ooze,
Will scratch his chin as if to muse
That all this winning meant to lose
Though here he was, no time to choose
A way to change and try to fuse
Himself into the waiting queues of
those still hoping for some news
about anything

"Attack you fools!" the captain bawls
"I have your heads upon my walls!"
Rows of heroes crouch to crawls,
Bomb bamboo huts and village halls,
Smash ping-pong bats with cannon balls,
As Ali-Baba's sheiks and souls
Debag Goliath as he falls
While the Statue Of Liberty climbs and mauls
everything

"Champagne for the hero whore
And watch your step in all that gore
But not too much, he'll scream for more"
El pres. advices from the door
"For though he's filled from skin to core
It's not enough he'll whine for sure,
So say it's we who keep the score,
And nail him back upon the floor,
that to do it!"

So there he works, still at large
Behind his smiles and his camouflage
Of nice white coats and college grades
That hide blue suits with golden braids
And though I hope the smell just fades
It does not go but leads to raids
On bamboo huts in country glades
Where the people use the grass for blades