Take all your
overgrown infants
away somewhere
And build
them a home
a little place
of their own
The Fletcher
Memorial
Home for
Incurable Tyrants
and Kings
And they can
appear to
themselves
every day
On closed
circuit T.V
To make sure
they're still real
It's the
only connection
they feel
Ladies and
gentlemen
please welcome
Reagan and Haig
Mr. Begin
and friend
Mrs. Thatcher
and Paisly
Mr. Brezhnev
and party
The ghost
of McCarthy
The memories
of Nixon
And now
adding color
a group of
anonymous
latin American
Meat packing
glitterati
Did they
expect us to
treat them
with any respect
They can polish
their medals
and sharpen their
Smiles
and amuse
themselves
playing games
for awhile
Boom boom
bang bang
lie down
you're dead
Safe in the
permanent gaze
of a cold
glass eye
With their
favorite toys
They'll be
good girls
and boys
In the
Fletcher Memorial
Home for colonial
Wasters of
life and limb
Is everyone in
Are you having
a nice time
Now the final
solution
can be applied