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I asked Ganymede, the boy-love android, to re-write your re-written verse as a socialist anthem. And this is what he came up with: The People's Flag is all butt-hurt, The butt in question pinkish-pert. Beneath the cruel schoolmaster's blows, Between those buttocks blooms a rose. So raise the red boy-buttocks high! (Perverted masters heave a sigh.) And every socialist pre-teen Will bare their arse at Beracine. |