National Security State
Put candy in World War 1 rations
oh no!, if our enemies. . .
And National Security factions. . .
Did classify, those actions!
Just before the really Big One
Sold all our cars and trucks
To the Land of rising sun
Dammit, classify, classify the son'.
Then when we fought the conflict,
The Public has mostly forgotten,
when we spelled conflict as inflict,
Classify the doc, and restrict.
Then the Cold War went to code red,
Clamoring generals thought us dead,
And said blow Evil Empire to dark ages
But mistake, almost buried us instead
Then lost a nuke off Carolina ,
With thousands dead egg on our face,
Took over Myrtle nothing is finah
Pres said classify and bury in case
Copyright © Thomas Martin | Year Posted 2015
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