{"id":7081,"date":"2014-06-27T12:04:45","date_gmt":"2014-06-27T16:04:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.gadflyonline.com\/home\/?p=7081"},"modified":"2014-07-22T12:06:16","modified_gmt":"2014-07-22T16:06:16","slug":"abandoning-a-warlord-for-dummies","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/abandoning-a-warlord-for-dummies\/","title":{"rendered":"Abandoning a Warlord for Dummies"},"content":{"rendered":"

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One of the car bombs peeled the lawn, then the smog cleared up
\nAnton stood palmin’ a beer mug, molotov in his pocket, balaclava & earmuffs
\nHis parents feared him for obvious reasons: contras, arson, accomplished theft
\nwas even dubbed a son of a gun…he used on his father when he shot him dead
\nAimed white phosphorous at convents & consulates, dishonored catholocists
\nA martyr in his solemnness with the mark of the apocalypse
\nNow he’s out to make sure the carcasses of Sodom writhe
\nUsed to be a postmodern kid, but now he’s not so nice
\nSold the type of weapons Tom Clancy wouldn’t dare<\/i> use to implement a plot device
\nAnd his mom was like…
\n“I grow tired of M1-Carbines blastin’ through the Springfields,
\nenough bullets for a thorough portfolio of evil – it’s been real
\nHow many innocents have been killed, sniped, splattered onto your windshield?
\nI thought I taught you how to be more sentimental at least
\nWhen you pump the lead, adrenaline peaks…too much berettas & heat
\nI should’ve known when I breastfed you… you seemed ready to EAT
\nFirst you chased skirts and bombshells, then the metal levels increased
\nKalashnikov knishes with a side of hollow tip babaganoush
\nis what I used to cook for you…
\nNow you’re on the world’s most wanted list of arms dealers –
\nEverybody’s tryna look for you…
\nI remember you collected comics, now it’s the damn Gatling catalog?!
\nI remember when you were just a school boy with your little hat & satchel on
\nnow you roll with Rudeboy’s who carry AK47’s with the magnums on
\nThe days of the car-seat ceased – you became impartial to RPG’s
\nPistols barked at your Barkley tee,
\nbut you had enough Houston Rockets to spawn debris at no costly fee
\nI’m all for peace, and a mother’s love knows no bounds
\nbut my heart froze when I saw your snubnose go BLAOOOOW
\nYou wore a full metal jacket for Halloween, I wasn’t conscious of who to blame
\nSo I thought with a bazooka’s range…
\nYour friend’s costume foreshadowed the monster that you became<\/i>
\nI packed your lunchbox with Dole, rice chips and grain
\nas you slowly indulged in rifles & flames, your whole life was a plague!
\nComponents likely obtained by stolen nitrous; hormones exploded like a grenade
\nMy son, I truly wish your conception was less horrid…”
\n“–Listen, mother. I brought infamy to our family, got you the best mortgage
\nuntil you decided to betray your son & hand God my arrest warrant
\nThis is what I do for a living. I collect mortar at the Czech border,
\nI’ve got enough pages in my Book of Sins to pen the next Torah
\nToo many men in my set gettin’ wet boarded…am I the next target?
\nWhy are you so depressed when I digress that I’m lawless?
\nI’d sell your fucking TEARS if I could fetch something for it…”<\/p>\n

Then I must abandon you, my child…<\/i>
\nDon’t leave me, ma, I’m warning you
\nFor too long have you played ransom with lives,
\nNow you’ll exist, motherless, in fortitude…<\/i>
\nDon’t leave me, ma, I’m warning you
\nUnderstand why — don’t go!
\nI rigged the lawn with land mines<\/p>\n

and I never saw her again.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

One of the car bombs peeled the lawn, then the smog cleared up
\nAnton stood palmin’ a beer mug, molotov in his pocket, balaclava & earmuffs
\nHis parents feared him for obvious reasons: contras, arson, accomplished theft
\nwas even dubbed a son of a gun…he used on his father when he shot him dead
\nAimed white phosphorous at convents & consulates, dishonored catholocists
\nA martyr in his solemnness with the mark of the apocalypse
\nNow he’s out to make sure the carcasses of Sodom writhe
\nUsed to be a postmodern kid, but now he’s not so nice<\/p>\n

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