‍The Corean War

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Part I.‍‍

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‍I entered the wood at

Ol’ Baldy, when from the

Thick boughs of a cork

Tree, an Old Chestnut

Farts for the twenty

Seventh time

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“You from the North or South, Mr. Kwak?”

There goes a man to his cul-de-sac

“Say, where is North Carolina, Jack?”

“I’m talkin babe between China, Japan...”

“No. I have a wife in *Liancourt Crack.”

“*Gomennasai. Konichiwa, Kwak saan.”

Hence what becomes of insensitive quacks.

I prefer to call this a Kwak punching back.

Karate ain’t the same as Taekwondo, man.

(Two oolong intermissions pass). thwack.

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Part II.‍

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Let me see—aye!

Tis’Exactly sixty-five

Years since, false peace

Restored to Korean seas...

I mounted a mule at

Manchewria‍

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“Fifty five fucking dollars in cash”

Was the price to pay for Jack’s non-fatass

Plus two four ANGER MANAGEMENT class.

If you have never seen a Kim Kwak thrash

Imagine a man running past the DMC

(Darryl McDaniels faster than The Flash)

Though Corea calls it a DMZ dash;

“Kwak, welcome to Damp Firewood

Love you in this peach jumpsuit, alas—

Three skimpy tents winking, suh crass!”

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Part III.

‍Bah! You booby, I say,

A cork... Oh did I?

Well,Chestnut be it then. But,

Take your seat again,

Comrades from

Asian lands (Polynesia)‍

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Americans talk as if they know maps

But nay! Miss Teen South Carolina says:

“Folks in our heartland need maps, asap.”

So when some slow-witted sam offends

Kim Kwak scolds them: “Go get em’ maps!”

Oh—but things still get a bit misled:

“‘Ere coz of a missin’ missile silo, doc?”

“Aren’t yee a brotha of Kim Jong Un, pap?”

“Why two last names, oriental chap?”

How does one explain... it’s like Bo Fred.

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Part IV.‍

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No critic can carp at

The bays, though jokes on

Chestnuts he cracks, and,

Should he look red at the

Grays, us will stand up

For grey squirrels‍

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Kim Kwak is deep-a heinous mantrap

No mantra can save him from US woes

“Life is short. Buy the good white man’s crap.”

Who ever said that was a dumb bluenose.

I guess we’re simply sulking to unwrap:

Don’t judge Kim Kwak by so-be-it clothes

Neigh that perfected pose, so straight a snap

He’d break his back before the toes

I mean, what’s worse than a karate slap?

Give the man his own chestnut!

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Part V.

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‍‍‍Well then—from the thick boughs

Of a chestnut, suddenly

Slipped down a man, who cast

Himself on his knees in

The path before me. Well well,

The tree that stood

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Kim Kwak ain’t the one you wanna grill

Man’s lone on a pond selling duck roast

Saliva dripping down, tis’ kinky thirst?

He’s tryna be sexy to a freaked out ghost

boo. Uncultured butter is the worst

‘Specially with good ol’ ‘Merican toast

So go churn another’s buttercup curse

If yer gonna be a post-fact “brat”wurst

An Old Chestnut farts for the twenty eighth time...

An Old Chestnut farts for the sixty-fifth time...‍

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*Liancourt crack: Liancourt Rock Dispute between Korea and Japan

*Gomennasai. Konichiwa, Kwak saan: Sorry. Hello, Mr. Kwak.