This poem is called Smart and Final Iris.
Pentagon code for end of world is rural paradise.
If plan fails, it's rural paradise.
For losses under 100 million, a trip on the wayward bus.
For a future of mutants, bridal parties collide.
World famine is a plague of beatniks.
First strike and I sniff your nieces.
I fall to pieces, get hell out.
A mad man comes, one of those babies, the further you
kick it, the bigger it gets.