Mel Gibson threw the flamming invader
shrieking to the bottom of the gorge.
Death lived in his eyes until vengence was
delivered.
The brook from where the flamming body was
extinguished was blackened.
A strange foreign disease formed on his hand.
It made it´s way up his arm like a snake up a branch.
His suffering expression raised some eyebrows.
Suddenly hebrew markings appeared on his hand
burning his sweaty lordlike flesh.
Clear like the bald heroe he is, the cool okay.
The subtle screw you and all resounding
yipee kai yay!
Semi cynic, with eyes on the fiend.
The american dollar smile it´s price tag
waving on the dream.
Eternal streetcop, unlucky foreigners ask why.
Happy go smacky, clear simple attempt at macho.
A submachine gun mumble, comic grumble-
lucky go happy partner slapstick stumbles.
Explosions and puns.
So lift your glass to the stalloschwarzdamme and
the rest of the brainless musclemen of the past.
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