An H-Bomb Love Poem
There's an H-Bomb on our doorstep
That's threatening to kill us all
There's a F-Bomb on my tender lips
And I'm bouncing off the wall
My middle digit is raised on high
In a glorious finger salute
Dropping my drawers in bold defiance
With a happy mooning to boot
Take heed, listen to what I'm saying
Damn sure I'm not alone
A peace movement has started a-brewing
So put down that damn red phone
Tired of constantly being threatened
With annihilation of all humankind
My kids just want a solemn promise
No more messing with their fragile minds
I'm sure it really isn't all that difficult
Listen here you bunch of loonies
Just let us live our own simple lives
Next semester we can all be roomies
© Jack Ellison 2012
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