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Ready...Aim...Fire!

In light of tension twixt
brinkmanship rumbling one
East Asian Tiger
country otherwise known as
"the land of morning calm,"
yours truly t'will invite 
"freedom foo fighters"
tubby regaling with a jubilant aire
total mortal Kombat 
levels threat of human warhead
bomb dubbed "Fat Boy.”

I barely get ma palm pilot sized
dear derriere i.e. 
gluteus maximus in the air
just a cat whisker 
across the DeMilitarized Zone
(DMZ in military parlance),
when the Earth shuddered from blare
ring fusillade expressed detonation
issued by Kim Jong Un,
whose craven dark excitement clear;
no match for one man 
bow welled bombardier

propelled rectal bowel 
movement game changer
will hit designated target precisely clear
and North Koreans (no matter
mostly innocent victims), 
howling and whelping doggone dear
for quasi legerdemain 
identifying, fraternizing, colluding,
et cetera with the enemy (in general,
the NATO bound countries) 'ere
really quiet, as preparation (H) gets made
to bring out the big guns

(actually shaped like a fleshy
posterior man knuckled bum) in truth one
dead reckoning sphincter muscle 
that doth flex with fantastic flair
impossible mission to espy, cuz sieve
all the flak whistling 
induce sing a glare,
but...the Hermit Kingdom got another
bad a$$ bombardier to fear
deathly, stealthily quiet,
hence released turd Jed

motive predicated to lob 
early Holiday nuclear missiles,
me cheeks with 
blasting buttocks akin to 
young Frankenstein blazing saddles
as sole portal oozing gaseous
noxious flatulence - majority
of North Koreans will not hear
amidst din and clangor "bad medicine"
smiting nemesis courtesy blaze of glory
eye ordnance impossible to hear,

I strongly advise tubby not near
as you might already correctly guess,
when while mooning Pyongyang 
well taut smart cheeks,
blindsided immune to any prayer
so...upon confiding this tidbit,
yet will need to seek out specialty
of proctologist who doth rear
lee suck seed unfortunate victim,
yet this silent deadly ass sass sin hated
hard as a ribbed rock stainless steel

guaranteed to wreak havoc, with loathing
what information divulged 
ye moost promise never to share
else...any (red) turn coats 
can not muster posterior haste,
and other emotions hints sin sere
which top secret (never bottomed out
during test practice trials, 
whereat Johnny spot on)
proved to vaporize underwear 
and caused a "big stink" 

that lasted about one year,
whose po' country mutilated, 
reduced, wasted to ashes after
every nuclear and
traditional military contrivance,
an IC and BM (mine) did destroy.
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