Poem - Finally! A Reason to Move to Antarctica

Finally! A Reason to Move to Antarctica

(In case you needed one)

Well early last morning I jumped out of bed

About the same time a drone was flyin over my head

I've yet to get used to lookin up in the sky

Where instead of the sun there's a hoverin spy

So I jumped on my roof and was shakin my fist

They thought I was a terror of a terrorist

Before I could blow on my terrorist whistle

They took their best shot with a Hellfire missile

So I yelled down quick to alert my spouse

That she better hurry up and get out of the house

Then I picked up the dog an ran for the cat

When about that time the missile went splat

Well it blew up the house and it blew up my cool

And it made a big hole in the old swimmin pool

Then it shut down the gas and blew out the lights

And was downright uncivil bout my old civil rights

So I went to the court and I pleaded my case

Said drones are a danger to the whole human race

Not to mention my dog or my terrified cat

Who won't leave our tree, now what about that?

Bout all they could do was offer me a tissue

Seems it's a national security issue

Besides, the judge said while shakin his head

Those drones are real safe so ya shoulda stayed in bed

There isn't any problem with drones when they fly

You shouldn't be lookin up there in the sky

It's your own damn fault if you're shakin your fist

Why anybody'd think you was a terrorist

So we're sorry bout your house but we think it be best

If you went on back home 'fore you're under arrest

(Oh, about your stuff, we think it's a shame

But some kid thought it was a video game)

So I went back home and I looked all around

But all I could see was a hole in the ground

So I picked up the dog and the cat and the wife

We jumped in our van and drove for our life

Drove all night and we drove all day

Bout all we could think was to get far away

Bout as far as we could by natural law

So we drove all the way to Antarctica

Now you'd think we'd be cold but I think it's nice

With bein surrounded by all of this ice

Thinkin bout drones used to make me a fool

But down here it's easier keepin my cool

And if blowin things up is the government goal

We already got us an ozone hole

So we're sendin this card from way down below

Where the missiles don't shoot and the drones don't go.

© 2012 John P. Wilson