Especially after eating beans.
They go off as if I am bombarding
The enemy when he convenes
Outside the wire below our trenches.
The good thing is the awful stench is
So potent they think they’ve been gassed
And run away so doggone fast
That we can count the night a blessing.
My problem was that every night
They’d draft to go out and fight.
But trust me now, I’m not b.s.ing:
Obama called me to D.C.
For psy-ops on the GOP.
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