Military Industrial Compact Car

Living each moment

Like the bomb’s about to go

And they live each moment

Making the bombs

It’s ironic to watch

Swerving and screeching on highways and screaming

They put their phones to their ears

And swat at their kids

And say asinine things like

“Wait until you have a few kids

And then you’ll understand.”

When already

I understand more than they do

In this shallow yuppie-ville

The dead will be lucky

In this crop of opulent madness

Remember

The nuclear option

Is still on the table

And remember

When they come for you

You watched them build the bombs

And remember

When they come for you

You were warned

And remember

When they come for you

To try and not make too much noise

After all there is a noise ordinance

And remember

When they come for you

You lived ever moment

Under the bomb

Where is your courage?