Warning to Those Who Are Feebs: This Will Make No Sense Whatsoever

Warning to Those Who Are Feebs: This Will Make No Sense Whatsoever

Here's my crappy attempt at a beatnik poem. This was written in fifteen minutes total, folks. Check it out:

Foreign policy
Same boxing match every year
Ike in the blue side

Khruschev in the red
Yet never a punch is thrown
Not a punch is thrown

Radiation land
Bomb streaks over childrens' heads
No ones ever safe

"Cold War"; "Kill the reds!"
Thats all anyone can hear
Anyone can hear

Red immolation
Fire across land; nothing lives
No life anymore

Khruschev in the red
Ike in blue; American
Americana

But war can be stopped
Though its at our door; can stop
If we think for us

Skeletons strewn here
Over the land of red
Mushroom-shaped doom cloud

Khruschev dropped the bomb
He threw the powerful hook
The powerful hook

Ike would not be beat
He returned with a strong jab
Ike with the strong jab

Now where are we all?
Under bricks; over houses; dead
Strewn about like dolls

Now my haiku over
Haiku finished now; go home
Haiku haiku done

And that's about all. Perhaps more tomorrow.