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Sky Flames

Sky Flames The general loved missiles. He got a tattoo of one. A big super-duper boom stick. Boeing MX Peacekeeper ICBM. Ten MIRV'd 335 kiloton warheads. City killers on our heathen commie enemies. The inker moaned like a boiler. Huffing and puffing. You represent evil. You're the military industrial complex. You're gonna wipe us all out. And a dozen more rants. The general sat there. Listening and getting his tat. Why didn't you say no, son? You never had to do my tattoo? What you represent is madness. All that firepower, aimed at Russia. Well son, that's the way the world works. They aim their SS20s at us. It's all madness. Nice tattoo by the way. I'll remember you when Reagan orders me to order my boys to push the red button.

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