Kosh's Shadow 5/18/2022 5:05:42 PM

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Kosh's Shadow 5/18/2022 5:11:44 PM

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buzzsawmonkey 5/18/2022 5:31:09 PM

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Reply to Kosh's Shadow in 2:

With apologies to the Kinks:

Everybody's a victim


Everybody has scars


Everybody is special


It doesn't matter who you are


There are barrels of excuses


You can use for your defeats


Or you can lobby for special privilege


That will be cast into concrete

Don't be so crude and tasteless


As to let your talents gleam


Because you just might injure


Someone's fragile self-esteem


Go around with visage downcast


You know it's all society's fault


Stop your ears up like Ulysses


If someone asks "Who is John Galt?"

You can see grievances coming at you every day, long and hard


Some that you recognize, some that you've hardly even heard of


People who recognize that it's too much effort to strive


And instead they want prizes, simply for being alive

Everybody's a victim


Everyone has a grievance too


Though less if you're white, or male


Or should you chance to be a Jew


But please don't feel excluded


Now and then we will relent


And even let you outcasts


In the big tent of resentment

Kosh's Shadow 5/18/2022 5:34:54 PM

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Reply to buzzsawmonkey in 3:

++++++++++

Kosh's Shadow 5/18/2022 5:35:21 PM

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The sky is filled with good and bad that mortals never know

Jukebox

buzzsawmonkey 5/18/2022 5:36:43 PM

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Reply to Kosh's Shadow in 4:

I think there's a slightly longer, more-complete version in my fantastically disorganized archives, but I can't find it right now.

Kosh's Shadow 5/18/2022 5:42:25 PM

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Kosh's Shadow 5/18/2022 5:47:14 PM

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Kosh's Shadow 5/18/2022 5:48:43 PM

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Reply to Kosh's Shadow in 8:

The modern Immigrant song

All-ah, ah!
All-ah, ah!

We come from the land of the Holy Quran
From the desert sun, where the Jihadis all plan
The jihad for our god
We’ll drive your planes to your lands
We’re the horde; you’ll cry and cry
Oh, Allah, we are coming!
On we sweep with exploding bomb
Our only goal will be the dar-el-harb

All-ah, ah!
All-ah, ah!

We come from the land of the Holy Quran
From the desert sun, where the Jihadis all plan
How soft you infidels seem
We’ll show you lots of gore
Of how we bring the tides of war
We are your overlords
On we sweep with exploding bomb
Our only goal will be the dar-el-harb
So now you’d better stop and wail at all your ruins
For peace of Allah will win the day; infidels all are losing

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Occasional Reader 5/18/2022 8:56:51 PM

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