War poem 6

So here’s my

No cry zone

Let’s deliver on Ronald Reagan’s off the cuff remark

And start bombing within five minutes

First off: the Kremlin bam bam bam

But he won’t be there oh no

Then: badaboom boom his private quarters

Although they must be vacant too ha ha

Finally, and relentlessly, – perversely so–,

The hole in the ground deep deep deep down

Where the bastard in command will be hiding

Let’s burn his wood, melt his steel, crush his concrete

Bam bam bam badaboom badaboom

Over and over and over again

Hello? Here’s the world’s not so gentle knocking

On your obsessed, reluctant KGB-skull

It seems to be the only way

To get a simple message across

S.T.O.P.

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