Boom! Lights Out! Poem by bobby beddoe

Here I go again acting like a prophet, but ain’t.
Our number one war threat I want to you acquaint:
Our continued existence,
In case if this occurance,
Is too important to just ignore or to feint!

People, I notice, are preparing for something,
But for what, no one rightly knows – not an inkling;
Some, when droned about tomorrow,
In the sand their head they burrow,
But not me, for I know what might be coming!

So today I bought a wood-burning potbelly,
And installed it in my all-electric tepee.
So in that final hour,
When everything turns dour,
I can keep warm if (when) hit by an EMP!