We have passed the whimsical age
Without a whimper of critical blue rage
Way gone the satirical era of permanent uproar
To contemplate once more the deadly idea that war
Was a dangerous step to turn the page
I was looking at the screen of my radar machine
On the SSS Ford aircraft carrier for death-polished sheen
It went blank and dark then was messaged with a warning
“YOUR TITANIUM, POLONIUM, TANTALLUM, BIZOTHIUM
ARE BEING DESTROYED BY A VIRULENT ZYTHIUM
OTHERWISE KNOWN AS A PEACE PARASITIUM
PREPARE YOUR UNDERPANTIUM FOR SOME CRAPPIUM…”
At first, I thought the IT department was taking the pissium
The Mickey, the joke, the woke, the poke, the moke, the quip
But I discovered too soon that every screen on this damned ship
From top to bottom, crew quarters, galleys, including the bilge