Some drive big cars, Brag of deep scars To prove they have big ******; Some grow goatees, Axe down huge trees, Or chew on edible *******. Real men, I've heard, eat Wheaties, Enjoy lap dance stripteases, Build towers with their empties, The bravado is relentless.
Kim Jong Un, Thinks his long In his munchkin hands. He does private battle With his androgynous name; While playing with lead soldiers; Unsheathing a stainless sabre, Lighting up his candles, To show he's macho manly.
The air is charged and ominous, A stench is settling on us, Like ashes on our skin. How did this begin?
Bones held in hands Took foreign lands; Fires on sticks Extinquished the magic That once held us in awe.
Then the sky's truly lit, They've fired bigger sticks From beneath the waves, Into the air, Or silos hidden Below the stars, With candles brighter than before, That darken skies, Turn day to night, And colour our skin With ashes.