Cooper for President Saddam Hussein Poetry Reading
	Mustard Gas and Ketchup on My Hot Dog   I gassed the Kurds They smelled like turds It's so absurd There are no words That can abide My genocide Except from whores Like Michael Moore I'd like to thank That psycho skank Who looks so scary Teresa Heinz Kerry If JFK Had had HIS way I'd still be running Iraq today.   VOTE KERRY! Hippie Beatnik Saddam   Vietnam vet? or Lenin's pet? What's John Kerry Gonna get?   Purple Heart? You ain't so smart Your Botoxed face Is Modern ART!   Democrat? or sewer rat? Michael Moore Is just plain FAT!     Mass Graves Haiku   Bodies Uncovered Oops! You found my secret graves Moore still loves me, though Rape Room   Lonely rape room so empty and bare I used to have such fun in there   By taking those who disagreed and making them accept my seed   Mothers, daughters, sisters, wives With rape and torture we took their lives   And little girls we raped back then We were GOOD guys! (Just ask Sean Penn)
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