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- >be me, Bonky
- >fresh out of college
- >i’m enrolled with the 31st marine infantry regiment of the Western Equine States
- >our job is to penetrate into the forests
- >and root out inferior bonkies
- >our president, Bonk F. Bonkedy Jr., said there’s just too many goddamn bonkies
- >bonkula, bonqvuist, bonkenstein, bonkius, bonkivs, bonkus binkus jr. esq, bankhi, bonki, bahn-ki, there’s just too goddamn many
- >can’t keep track of all the bonkies anymore
- >so we’re flying in, flight of the valkyries style
- >and we’ve been given orders to fire on all bonkies
- >soldier and civilian alike
- >my gunner, bonky, locks and loads
- >only good bonky is a dead bonky, he says
- >so we’re hovering over a bonky village
- >and i yell to light em up
- >and we fire indiscriminately
- >and the little bonkies scatter
- >and they fall beneath our bonklets
- >and we set the village on fire
- >and we hear the screams of the bonkies trapped inside
- >and i wake up
- >and i’m back in Sai-bonk
- >and i head outside the imperial palace hotel
- >and the faces of the people in the crowd
- >they’re all bonky horses
- >inferior bonkies
- >and i head to command
- >and command tells me
- >i am to contact AWOL Colonel Bonkz
- >i am to retrieve him
- >or i am to kill him
- >to do this i am to travel up the Mebonk River
- >i will be outfitted with a boat and crew
- >enough food, fuel, supplies, and weaponry for two weeks
- >but before i can do that i collapse from exhaustion
- >and i wake up
- >and i’m just escaped from my blacksmith apprenticeship
- >and i’m joined up with the Bonkfederate Army
- >and we’re whistling Bonxie
- >and we’re fighting for our rights as kings
- >we’re fighting Bonkies who are slaves to some emperor
- >Abonkham Lincoln
- >and we’re falling back
- >we’re falling back
- >but we’re firing
- >we’re dropping blue bonkies
- >that’s what we call them
- >blue bonkies from Bonkyland
- >blue bonkies from New Bonkland
- >blue bonkies from Virbonkia
- >blue bonkies from New Bonk
- >young bonkies
- >boy bonkies
- >we’re dropping them with musket pellets
- >and i’m charging downriver
- >because they keep coming
- >innumerable bonkies
- >i’m charging downriver
- >through clouds of insects
- >the summer river
- >and i collapse
- >from exhaustion
- >but i get back up
- >because i was just drafted
- >and i’m going to fight in Bonkraine
- >because there are Bankzis
- >that have taken over the Bonkrainian government
- >and i have orders
- >to fire on any soldier or citizen
- >that clears the irradiated fogs
- >and i don’t feel good
- >my teeth hurt
- >and out of the fog
- >there come bonkzis
- >and out of the fog
- >comes the People’s Army of Vietbonk
- >and out of the fog
- >comes the Bonkfederates
- >and out of the fog
- >rides the Bonkians and the Cowbonks
- >and out of the fog
- >come the Bonkhaitian Rebels
- >and i’m firing on them
- >i’m firing on the whole of history
- >all moted up in dust
- >and charging me down
- >i’m firing on soldier and civilian alike
- >i’m firing on the inferior and the superior
- >i’m splitting belt-buckles with my bonklets
- >and halving helmets with my carbine
- >i’m splitting trousers and dentures
- >i’m shooting clean through lips and gums
- >i’m shattering pocket watches and cigar cases
- >i’m blasting through lockets and bibles
- >through all the little pieces of history
- >all the dressage and decor
- >through the circumstantial self-manifestation
- >of trivial bonkies
- >go blow, you dead earth
- >go fade in neptune’s surf
- >and wipe-out in acid,
- >tossed in fading fade’s
- >lassitude; another failed
- >reactor, another natural
- >disaster; and the windswept
- >remains of the crowds,
- >stretched on to heaven’s clouds,
- >might be tomorrow’s clay and plaster.
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