Inventory Your Wmds Poem by Tim Bovee

Inventory Your Wmds



Now I look around the warehouse and
What do I see but
Weapons of mass destruction for
Me and for thee.
Weapons of mass destruction,
Piled before my eyes, and
I can scarely comprehend their count.

Stretch out a finger.
Let's find out.

O, the
Nuclear device is a
   weapon of mass destruction and the
Anthrax powder is a
   weapon of mass destruction and the
Sarin gas is a
   weapon of mass destruction and
Many are the weapons that destroy en masse
And there's more.

O, the
City-busting bomb is a
   weapon of mass destruction and the
Napalm bomb is a
   weapon of mass destruction and the
Burrowing smart bomb is a
   weapon of mass destruction and
Many are the bombs that destroy en masse
And there's more.

O, the
Tough AIDS virus is a
   weapon of mass destructon and the
Mighty flu pandemic is a
   weapon of mass destruction and the
Drug resistant cholera is a
   weapon of mass destruction and
Many are the microbes that destroy en masse
And there's more.

O, the
Fast new car is a
   weapon of mass destruction and the
Free-falling jet is a
   weapon of mass destruction and the
Derailed train is a
   weapon of mass destruction and
Many are the modes that destroy en masse
And there's more.

O, the
Glowing cigarette is a
   weapon of mass destruction and the
Bitter shot of whisky is a
   weapon of mass destruction and the
Greasy burger-and-fries is a
   weapon of mass destruction and
Many are the habits that destroy en masse
And there's more.

The rifle and the knife and the hoe and the scythe
Deployed in fear and wielded in hate are
   weapons of mass destruction in the
Right time and place, and
Many are the tools and many are the toys that
Destroy me and mine and destroy thee and thine
Over time.

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