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ARNIE'S SOLILOQUY [with apologies to Shakespeare]

I'll be back; or will I? These commies look
To me like they need some cheese wire garotte.
I'm the enemy. I'm the machine to blow
them away. I'm strong. I have heavy metal.
I'll terminate the filth. Yet I tell myself,
WHOA, I'm up against some odds here. I feel
The push of numbers. Thats a lot of necks to
Get strung. In a field of rage, this
Earth where my feet stand firm knows my strength. I'm
THE TERMINATOR. So eat me-my UZI
9mm is my right hand. AND
RIGHT WILL BE DONE. HASTA LA VISTA BABY.
Whoa. If my time is up and I'm blown away?
I have nerve-but will my Uzi see me right
On the other side? HELL! I'm a Retro
Sorta guy. I don't rage with dead commies.
I'll take a look down that side of this hill man
...uh...I'LL BE BACK......(?)