War Plan

Welcome to genocide, brothers and sisters!
Just think of the fun we’re going to have.
Mike’s got the helium balloons on order,
Tricia has three microbrew kegs reserved.
I’m not sure, but I think Clem’s bringing West Virginia
moonshine.

Hell, maybe I’ll pick up a veggie tray,
cocktail weenies.

Oh man, can you feel it?
Doesn’t it make you want to jump up?

Punch
the sky.

What’s that you say? How’s this maneuver going to get pulled off?
I’m glad you asked. Well, you see, it hopefully will go something like this,
mix two parts luck, a pinch of subliminal patriotic-pop-music-horse-shit,
a warm smiling dash of organic propaganda, and unrestrained force (optional).

Good news,
Clem is bring the
moonshine!

Have you ever had some? Oh, man does it have
a pleasant scorching personality.
A lasting first impression.

Pardon me, but it seems
I’ve deviated from the goal.

Where were we?