"nucular" poems
Small holes all around in the underground
built by humans trying to survive the sound
of mounds of earth and rock being blown around
with a deaf'ning shock, the after thought of the
nucular bomb, that one, the one and only
Lonely Atom
Surface dwellers bones blown apart
vaporised and locked in hells cellar
at the center of Hell
unable to escape the firey skies
the invisably cloaked radiated drape
Bombs falling all around
earthquakes rattle and are quick to
dismantle any structure left on the ground
Sound and safe in a hole, a cavity, a cave
my private underground hiding space
Locked and sealed
while millions lay dead in the feilds
Radiated cities and towns
people digging deep down
to be safe in the underground
Dec 17, 2011
Dec 17, 2011 at 1:19 PM UTC
There is a reason
Why bad things happen on Earth.
His name is Dubya.
May 9, 2010
May 9, 2010 at 4:38 PM UTC
It's okay. I don't blame you,
most of what I have to say,
falls on deaf ears anyway.
They say the road to hell,
is paved with good intentions,
like the cherry tree split in two dimensions.
Here comes a rain storm,
so we'll see,
how that Great Man, begins to flee.
Uncle Sam says, I want you.
You want me to die,
in a battle of crude oil and some glue?
**** that **** I begin to cry,
all the while they begin to fly,
to the other side of the desert.
It's okay. I don't blame you,
most of what I have to say,
falls on deaf ears anyway.
The children speak to their families now,
Why mom, why dad?
Must I despise that towel head?
Yes dear, they softly speak,
they hit us first so now we freak,
the **** out, and glass em, til they speak.
No more.
It's okay. I don't blame you,
most of what I have to say,
falls on deaf ears anyway.
Freedom and democracy, Uncle Sam cries,
Don't let their tyrrany make you shy,
stand up for your right to live and lie.
Terrorists they call them,
Oh, that much is true. True, true,
So that gives us the right to prosecute.
Those that resist.
Are terrorists themselves, says the NDAA,
let's incarcerate them without a trial today,
off to GTMO, on you go.
It's okay. I don't blame you,
most of what I have to say,
falls on deaf ears anyway.
You can take that to the bank he says,
that ebony clad man, dressed to please,
denies himself and his liberty.
They are armed with nucular weapons,
that balding man spits,
and down we go into the pit.
Of Hell-fire and brimstone.
Is what they preach,
to the masses, let's wash their brains in bleach!
You like it that way, modern Bushido man.
You slave, you sheep, you ignorant twip.
It's okay. I don't blame you,
most of what I have to say,
falls on deaf ears anyway.
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 1:48 AM UTC
Sending out nucular reacters
Beyound the moon
N A S S A this is our universe.
Dec 5, 2012
Dec 5, 2012 at 5:41 PM UTC