Cold War Escapades

While
all actions
and
global ultimatums
remain on cooldown—
old urf is sleeping,
said, “We’ll talk about it later!”
before going down—
I must confess my desire
to defect to the
State of Ralph Kramden,
where the glow
of CRTs doesn’t dim after
“mandated sleeping hour”
and the hair,
despite thinning from radiation sickness,
is straight and not nappy
and where
the science* behind
this great thing
that we’re going to do
not because it’s easy, but because it is hard,
is
sounder
(“BANG, ZOOM!”)
than
our feeble
quantum dreams
<thru-teeth>and grrr ooooh Einstein is so pissed</thru-teeth>
captured by the timeless
regime mantra of
“I’m gonna knock you into next week,
boy.”