They can track a BB orbiting Earth

And see our footprints left on the moon

They can read newspaper headlines at 500 miles

Do they think that I’m a buffoon?

Nothing on radar last week it seems

When a rocket was launched from the sea

A contrail illusion is what they have said

It sounds like horseshit to me

I saw the video with streaking machine

Skyward with engine ablaze

A perfect end view, that hot little dot

For the news crew I have only praise

My bullshit detector is on high alert

I’m not as dumb as they think

When the military lies along with the Feds

The swamp gas is just beginning to stink

I suspect some poor sailor made a mistake

Pushed the blue button instead of the red

And rather than jettising the week’s garbage

He launched a live missile instead

The saving grace is that it malfunctioned

And plopped harmlessly into the ocean

That puckering sound you hear to the east

Is the admiral who just lost his promotion

Copyright 2010 Patrick Granfors