Like Sadam I too
Have a weapon of mass

Housed in a bunker
Of Bone
Hidden in a far-off place
So remote
Even Jesus can not find it.

Camouflaged by a smile and
Guarded by demons
It sits in a silo
Filled with sorrow

Years ago the peace treaty was broken
By a faceless man so evil
Even Hitler was in awe.

I awake
Wrestling with cleverly encrypted launch codes
My finger
Itchy on the trigger.