Rhymes For The Irreverent
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"I'm not afraid of atom bombs," said Khrushchev
"And they know it
I'm not afraid of anything
Except, perhaps, a poet"
A recitation
No matter how high or great the throne
What sits on it is the same as your own
Off we go
Into the wild blue yonder
Climbing high
Into the sun
Hammacher Schlemmer is selling a shelter
Worthy of Kubla Khan's Xanadu dome
Lushy and swanky with posh hanky-panky
That affluent Yankees can really call home
Hammacher Schlemmer is selling a shelter
A push-button palace, fluorescent repose
Electric devices for facing a crisis
With frozen fruit ices and cinema shows
Hammacher Schlemmer is selling a shelter
Of chromium kitchens and rubber tile dorms
With waterproof portals to echo the chortles
Of weatherproof mortals in hydrogen storms
What a great come-to-glory emporium
To enjoy a deluxe moratorium
Where nuclear heat can beguile the elite
In a crรจme de la crรจme crematorium
Achtung!
The Nazi whom we did abhor
Is now gemรผtlichkeiten
For when he isn't making war
No one could be politer
He woos Miss Liberty with zeal
He bows with grace and rigor
To kiss the hand and click the heel
Before he clicks the trigger
You're paid to stop a bullet
It's a soldier's job, they say
And so you stop the bullet
And then they stop your pay
Should I write a letter to my congressman?
Each congressman has got two ends
A sitting and a thinking end
And since his whole success depends upon his seat
Why bother, friend?
God made the world in six days flat
On the seventh, he said, "I'll rest"
So he let the thing into orbit swing
To give it a dry-run test
A billion years went by
Then he took a look at the whirling blob
His spirits fell as he shrugged
"Oh well, it was only a six-day job"