In year nineteen ninety-four
US plan something for war
It's a chemical weapon
That emanates deception
Making the enemies gay
To distract while making out
Then attacking without slay
'Tis what this weapon about
T'was worth a million dollar
The bomb was proposed so far
But never put in motion
T'was an antic invention
Form: Tanaga
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