Bunker Blues
First time I held a crayon
I scribbled on the wall
A prophetical essay on
My subterranean fall
Teachers thought me a cretin
A genius they did not view
My reputation took a beating
But they didn't have a clue
Wisdom from the ancient tomes
Filtered by my transcendent brain
Neither titans or proverbial gnomes
Could my lofty thoughts contain
This world has all gone crazy
On its self destructive binge
I am sane but often lazy
Need a bunker door without a hinge
My life viewed in staccato
It jumped from phase to phase
A base voice sings falsetto
I dodge the death gun rays
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