Static
Static......
Radioactive man is cool.
His brain is fried
but he still wears chinos.
It is sixteen days
since the bomb dropped,
not many people lived
but radioactive man did.
He is dazed and confused
but alive.
He staggers about,
not knowing
he is glowing.
The radio static
claims lots
of things.
Like....
The Russians
are like sour grapes.
A bad bunch.
No need to be that bad
though.
Claims static.
Radioactive man
shouts words.
"Let them lead what
I can"t have
down
the
path
of
righteousness."
Sigh, he must
have been
a church goer.
He will be dead
in two hours.
But the radio
wont know.
Nobody will.
Well, maybe God.
Oh and the Russians.
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