The Missile

by SprinklinThoughts

I once had missile.
It was guided and
carried three atomic bombs.

It sat in my yard
waiting for that fatal day.

I decided it was bad,
and tried to get rid of it.

But I had no place to scrap it safely,
and didn’t trust anyone else with it.

“What shall I do?”
I asked.

I thought and thought.
And finally, I just set it off.