Slim Pickens Riding the Bomb Courtesy ScreenRant.com

My ICBM

I love my ICBM.

I love my ICBM.

Blow us all up,

from here to when.

As a kid, safety rockets I flew.

The real ones too dangerous,

for the likes of me and you.

But the military has rockets,

capable of reaching outer space.

With warheads on them,

put other countries in their place.

If we are going to fire them,

I want to ride along.

Ride one of them all the way,

while singing my favorite song.

With mutual destruction,

we'll all go away, anyway.

So why not take the ride,

to mark my final day.

But if I see them coming,

about to watch them hit.

and know it is the end,

all I will say is, "Oh shit!"

They should have named them,

ISBM (I see bowel movement),

for as they say in Wisconsin,

"Shit happens, No shit.”

Copyright 2024 © Ronald W. Hull

7/11/24

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