'Radiation Bob & The Fukushima 50' - Poem by Ray Lucero
"And it's two, three, four,
What are we breathing for?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next disaster had to be Jap-pan.
And it's six, seven, eight,
Open up them pearly gates.
There ain't no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! We're all gonna die"
Thank you Country Joe for your great lyrics and my inspiration this write
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