Plutonium
Please find some anger in thy fist
Else I be forced to get real pissed
And venomously state my case
That thee be cast to outer space
Please find some chaos in thy land
Else I be forced to take thy hand
And wrench thy body with undue haste
To cast thee into outer space
Please find some lust within thy heart
For the treasures of my hypermart
Or I shall pluck thee from thy dais
And cast thee into outer space
Please find confusion in thy soul
Else I be forced to find a hole
Which eats up light like molten waste
Deep in the heart of outer space
© Chris Bond — 24 September 2002