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