Post by Aaron Graf on Oct 23, 2004 12:33:33 GMT -5
George Quixote: Charging at Windmills
Charge the enemy, it's time to mow them down,
Attacking the dragons that he thinks are all around.
George Quixote lancing into the dragon's heart,
To find his spear smashing through wood...wasn't that smart.
He leads his rabble of knights into the dragon's supposed lair,
With his scrawny little squire by the name of Tony Blair.
They scared peasants about the breath of fire, bringing scorching pain,
So they rode to slay the dragon, named Saddam Hussein.
They're charging valiantly, but on a studio set,
While they let their simple peasants take the black gold they wish to get.
With his militia-type formations of what he calls a grand coalition,
They ride with rusty armor, the armor of useless traditions.
He walked secretely into the dragon's land, this routine's getting old,
While him and his squire went swimming, swimming in black gold.
The people didn't buy it so he called on the priests,
with the Christian Coalition with 2 million at the least.
He called on Pat Robertson to say God told him to lead,
and that God somehow wanted him to make the dragon's bleed.
He rallied the peasants who were making his steel,
While he spoke with the nobles making secret deals.
He marched his ragged army into the dragon's land,
So he could take the black gold that was on it's scorching sand.
George Quixote riding into the dragon and going for the kill,
When will he realize that it's just a windmill?
~ Aaron Graf
Charge the enemy, it's time to mow them down,
Attacking the dragons that he thinks are all around.
George Quixote lancing into the dragon's heart,
To find his spear smashing through wood...wasn't that smart.
He leads his rabble of knights into the dragon's supposed lair,
With his scrawny little squire by the name of Tony Blair.
They scared peasants about the breath of fire, bringing scorching pain,
So they rode to slay the dragon, named Saddam Hussein.
They're charging valiantly, but on a studio set,
While they let their simple peasants take the black gold they wish to get.
With his militia-type formations of what he calls a grand coalition,
They ride with rusty armor, the armor of useless traditions.
He walked secretely into the dragon's land, this routine's getting old,
While him and his squire went swimming, swimming in black gold.
The people didn't buy it so he called on the priests,
with the Christian Coalition with 2 million at the least.
He called on Pat Robertson to say God told him to lead,
and that God somehow wanted him to make the dragon's bleed.
He rallied the peasants who were making his steel,
While he spoke with the nobles making secret deals.
He marched his ragged army into the dragon's land,
So he could take the black gold that was on it's scorching sand.
George Quixote riding into the dragon and going for the kill,
When will he realize that it's just a windmill?
~ Aaron Graf
