Immature Jim

Wrote this last night whie waiting for the coming apocalypse

Immature Jim says Happy Fourth Day
Pound that tall boy and get ready to play

Nothing says fun quite like bombs and booze
Fire that rocket after lighting the fuse

But your reflexes have been slowed,
Sending the whole sizzling, sparking load

Of gunpowder shrapnel all over the place,
Lighting small fires and destroying your face,

Blowing chunks of your forehead up in the air
So by all means, celebrate by the rockets red glare!