Poem/lyrics by little old me
Music by Bits and Bytes (AI)
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When no middle ground can be found amid rifts They’ll send in a few unsolicited gifts The east and the west shall politely decline each incoming gift with a two fingered sign It’s “You show me yours and I’ll show you mine You’ll find mine is bigger and faster than thine.” Those egotist madmen square up, face to face Each has a red button hidden some place So fear not the raider The Martian invader An asteroid hit Or the Sun going out Fear not the tsunami A climate gone barmy When talks - null and void Leave our future in doubt There’s streaks in the sky where the incoming fly They can’t be outrun although some people try A sullen man says in a voice that is wry, “It’s a good day for kissing your backside goodbye.” One handshake may well have made this a good day Instead I head home where I’ll kneel down and pray I hope that my lady will manage a laugh When I say, “Let’s hide under that old tin bath.” So fear not the raider The Martian invader An asteroid hit Or the Sun going out Fear not the tsunami A climate gone barmy When talks - null and void Leave our future in doubt The dust and the glory, the horror before me No Big Mac and no more knickerbocker glory The buildings, the trees and the telephone towers Lay in the dust made by opposing powers We showed em, we taught em, that we won’t be beat And we won the war but with ashes to eat The reds are all melted and their allies too And we reign supreme but, hey… where are you? So fear not the raider The Martian invader An asteroid hit Or the Sun going out Fear not the tsunami A climate gone barmy When talks - null and void Leave our future in doubt I’m sure you’re here somewhere to savour our win To search through the rubble for champagne or gin It seems there’s no signal for our mobile phones but why is your purse amid those charcoaled bones What will you think of my distorted face With tumours and fissures all over the place The air is so hot and it hard to perceive That if I should die there is no one to grieve So it was no raider No Martian invader No asteroid hit Nor the Sun going out It was no tsunami No climate gone barmy For talks - null and void Gave our planet a clout! I’m breathing in soot and I finally see Earth’s last pair of lungs are afire in me My last living thought now that humans are done Is “God save the west”… and “I’m so glad we won.”
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