Target Practice Niggers, kikes and dagos, spics and micks - We knew about the differences But everybody was a motherfucker Who sucked cock At least we were honest about it In the neighbourhood Anyway, one of the older guys, Who listened to opera and had a lisp, Went to Vietnam and lost an eye He stayed at home a lot when he got back, Playing records in his basement We were curious about the war, And almost old enough to fight, So one night we went over for a beer We all got drunk and then He pulled a gun and there were Dinks and gooks and slopes and slants And Cyclops beat the shit out of The three of us One by one he begged our lips To tell him he was queer, Just one more time, he said, The hammer clicking into place, Because he needed target practice ________________________________________________________________________ Emanuel E. García, 2014 published in Truthout |
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