We’re having a banquet on this night,
The guests are led and seated blindfolded,
That no one recognizes the cookbook’s
Got Plutonium 5 on every page.
Plutonium 5, how do you like our brand name?
China ships fortune-cookies all over the world,
In planes city-grey, when you open them, you read,
Plutonium 5, remember, it’s a dystopian World.
“It’s hot, mom, can I have some lemonade?”
“One sec, I’m getting Plutonium 5.
When winter come’s you’ll have no need to fret.
When winter come’s you’ll have no need to fret.”
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Copyright 2023 Jeffrey Merk
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