2012/02/22

Binary Baron - 2012/02/22

RAT A TAT TAT TAT
Flocks of bullets fly my way
THUNK THUNK THUNK
Seems they hit a target today
MRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMM
Whatever shall they all say
THUD
Upon hearing the pilot was Jay

A smoldering wreckage lay untouched
Yet those harriers already approach
Looking to scavenge whatever remains
Rather than help they seek to poach

They arrive a midst the anticipation
Thoughts of treasure now distracting
Little do they know the trap is ready
A mechanism well defined and exacting

For that pilot was never really there
He played this game half a world away
His finger hovers over the red button
That may explosively ensnare his prey

TICK TOCK
This is the sound of fate stalking
PLOP PLOP
That is the sound of fools walking
GASP
Followed by very few people balking
BOOM
Now the angel of death is knocking

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