I wonder how many bloggers are going to use the title Mission Impossible as a result of the prompt. I’m willing to bet though none are as mad as this.

Mission Impossible.

I’m on a mission to stop nuclear fission, bombs and weapons and war
I want to stop greed, ‘cause there’s really no need, and what are those other things for ?
Before I die, before I’m deceased, I just want peace in my time
And while I’m at it an end to violence, let’s not keep silent, and let’s be done with crime

A message in a bottle, not to Aristotle, but to little grey men in space
Please come and help us, we are quite helpless we can’t go on at this pace
There’s Phart of US, Poocan a Mess, it’s just one loony after another
Beam them all into space, to a far away place, their fathers not married to mothers

We’ll do away with money, trade in beans and honey, what would the bankers do then ?
We can live in hamlets, for love issue pamphlets, live a life of calm and Zen
The air will clear, there’ll be nothing to fear children can play unchallenged and free
So that’s my mission, I’m off to catch fish on a hook for my tea.

Oh ! That was soo much fun

Please do not make toys of weapons, let’s not teach our children to kill.

All words Meadowhead Bard.