down at the Eire Pub, raucous until the game began
tip-off becoming tipple time,
tough by proxy, murderous by design,
fisting up to Deep State Orangemen
always raining on their parade,
absorbing their tax deductions into the Defense Department,
for some foreign war of Empire,
"Of course it was an inside job,"
still being mumbled decades later,
in the land of tears in green beers.
More rolling pearlharbors ahead, aye.
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Well, feck the British then.
It wouldn't be the first time we did.
It wouldn't be the first time
we threw Amazon tea into the East Indies harbor.
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