It’s a mighty blight upon the landscape
It’s a pox there on the land
It’s the total abomination
Wrought by the hand of man
It’s a place of sad Bad Spirits
where many have died
Even today you can hear
their moans and their cries
It’s got a harmless sounding name
It is just called F-4
It shows just how much mankind
has rotted to the core
Therein lies a viper
all snuggled in his bed
If he ever awakens
all of mankind will be dead
This is I-C-B-M Paradise
They are monsters meant just to kill
There is one of them ugly sumbitchs
Right over there on Burd Hill
If that sumbitch like a Roman Candle
ever roars off into the sky
I will kiss my horse, then kiss my mule
then kiss my ass good-by
©2012/duke larance ~ the drugstore cowboy poet
Muskodayn Bishkikee Ziishib (Buffalo Duck)
The Metis MasterBlaster
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