Radiation Bob & The Fukushima 50
“And it's two, three, four,
What are we breathing for?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next disaster had to be Jap-pan.
And it's six, seven, eight,
Open up them pearly gates.
There ain't no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! We’re all gonna die”
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero

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