Found this as a bookmark in a book I was donating to the Junction City Library today. I wrote it in 1987, before I'd even heard the term "filk" (I considered it a "Weird Al thing" or a "Mad Magazine thing"). To the tune of...well, it should be obvious to any American. My Complex 'tis of thee, Sweet halls of liberty Of thee I sing.
Halls where my clonemates died, Halls where the Vultures stride, Through every commie's hide, Let lasers zing!