Tweedle-Dee-Dee and Twinkie Chums.
Updated on January 24, 2010
"Tweedle -dee- dee and Twinkie Chums.
First we break
down marijuana
make high powered THC,
then crop dust it all across the world,
in every lake and stream.
The farmers hired to grow it
would be rich and gladly try,
to keep this perfect
source of peace
available to fly
till all water got men high
Then by truckloads
crates of Twinkies
would be dropped
on warring lands,
that delicious creme
filled puffball,
of soft pastry
what a plan.
All the warriors
who drank water,
eating pita bread and lamb,
would be suffering
sweet munchies,
they'd be yearning to a man,
to stop the terrible fighting
and get twinkies
in their hands.
Then gobbled down
they'd beg some more
and we'd answer
thier demands.
For twinkies make
a lousy sword,
or a messy hand grenade,
plus they're not
much good as bullets,
you'd get creamed
but you'd behave,
you'd calmly sit
and lick your wounds,
then live another day.
Soon all the
fighting forces
would be fat and jolly men,
ingesting ghanga daily,
they would each
be silly friends,
squeezing creme
fills out of twinkies
would replace the
trigger pulls,
oh such peace
could be so easy,
God, how long
have we been fools,
Hey I'll volunteer to
plant the seeds,
and grow the finest bud,
there's an army
out there waiting
for my crops to
stop the blood,
Just pay me
ten full bags apiece
each month to
keep me strong,
soon the world
will all be happy,
high on life,
and singing songs,
between each bite
of yummy twinkies,
as all nations get along.
©-MFB III