War. A Poem By Arnold V Sputnik III

War.
What are it good for?
Absolutely.

What?
Eh?
I can't hear you,
Because war's quite loud, actually.

A man.
He's quite a tall man.
He has a gun.
He are at war.
With himself.
It's ironic, you see.

War.
What are it good for?
Nothing.
Nobody.
Nada.

Are you going to eat that pastry, Phil?