The red & white bushies
scuttle the Dow
While all the Gomer Pyles of the world
March like little drummer boys
Into a real NFL
Petrified
The Marylins kiss off America
And pelvis Elvis into war
Turning stripes into missiles
And stars into targets
For a global show & tell
But we are Nelly crying if we think
It's going to be quicker than Samantha's
Itchy nose
This time we are not Charmin babies
We are not insulated
When computer simulated
Black missile jaws
Drop "this ones for you"
Snake writhing
Unexpected
Desert shadows
On soldiers hats
And Boom....!
You can take it out of the television
Like a Willie Wonka chocolate bar.............