ICBM (I see bm)
ICBM, ICBM,
How great the sound,
Of unholy rockets,
Leaving the ground.
At once they are lost,
But they can be found,
Bursting through the clouds,
Half a world round.
Holy shite, holy shite!
They cried in vain,
Caught in the shit storm,
Of that deadly rain.
Once, oh, so lost,
Constipated I be,
Thanks to ICBM,
I am now free.
Just a piece of shit,
Left on the ground,
Waiting for the dogs,
To come 'round.
Dogs eat shit, don't they?
People Trying to Escape an ICBM Strike Ron AI
Satire inspired by Doctor Strangelove and a recent
Super Bowl commercial by William Shatner advertising
bran cereal where he descends from outer space and
declares that at the end you will, like Will, Shat.
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