When a war is looming and there's trouble overseas
America protects its apple pie and processed cheese
by shipping out an arsenal of guns and bombs and planes
to any random country for its frivolous campaigns.
And do we ask for payment for the stuff we send abroad;
Worth a kingly ransom, with none of it slipshod?
Like Santa and his pixies, we deliver it for free;
with never any tipping or gratuity or fee.
It used to be the Commies we were fighting far afield;
we plied corrupt dictatorships with rifles, tanks, and shield
to keep those awful Marxists far away from our pure shores;
they let the guns get rusty while they learned to make s'mores.
Today our foes are legion; Uncle Sam ain't got a friend.
We buy goodwill with ammo (and we really overspend.)
Meanwhile hackers congregate to take our country down;
military weapons are a meaningless playground.
We ought to send the debt collectors out to settle things;
let them dun outstanding bills and pull a couple strings.
Then we'd sure have peace on earth, with armies out of work.
Hawks would lose their pin feathers as generals go berserk!
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