We Go Boom If We Aren't Careful

By LAPoe

War, what it is good for…
Absolutely nothing! Say it again, yeah!

Third times the charm,
Can you dig it, can you dial
Into that brain of yours that
Warmongers run countries
That they get erections at the
Sight of a nuclear silo

That their lust conceives bombs not
Babies, that death is their paramour
And all that love thrusting ej[a]culates
Soldiers to die on battlefields

World War III is a wet dream
And the men who get turned on
By it needs to be castrated with
Dull knives

If only there was a contraceptive
That could prevent war pregnancy
By the time it is conceived it is
Too late to abort

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