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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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 12, 2011

Poem Edited: Saturday, May 14, 2011


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