Ray Lucero


'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"


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Thank you Country Joe for your great lyrics and my inspiration this write

Topic(s) of this poem: disasters

Form: Lyric


Comments about 'Radiation Bob & The Fukushima 50' by Ray Lucero

  • Kim Barney (1/17/2016 7:55:00 PM)


    There used to be a Country Joe on my favorite local country music station, but he retired years ago. This Country Joe that you refer to, who is he? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 17, 2016



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