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Saturday, August 17, 2019

The Execution of the Executive or There Will Be B***d

"Extend your weapon. Draw a
bead.
For justice long denied you'd
bid."
Thus Fortune, in a dream, me
bade.

"He must not live to die in
bed,
who architects so beaucoup
bad.
Injustice must no longer
bide.

A thousand dimples to his
bod
you'll introduce with shot of
bird.
Pretend you're Hoppy (William
Boyd.)"

So spoke Dame Fortune, brazen
bawd.
"You be da trigger, -sman (Om-
bud-),
and do as my predictions 
bode."

Baboom! Baboom! Baboom! Ba-
boom!
Baboom! Baboom! Baboom! Ba-
boom!
Baboom! Baboom! (Nor no one
boo'd.)

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