There once was a moron named Josh.

If there's one thing I'm good at, it's starting projects and not seeing them through. I don't know if this blog will follow that trend. Nor do I care, particularly.

In case you're new, my name is Josh K. Singh. I'm a self-styled poet and satirist. It's only inevitable that poetry and satire would collide in a veritable orgasm of bitter slashes at the establishmentarian cause.

This blog is my latest gas attack. Here I hope to post many nominally humorous poems of a political bent. Primarily, I think I'll be posting limericks from my latest series, this blog's namesake, One Nation Underdog.

Whether you're anarchist or... miscellaneous, I hope you can derive some modicum of enjoyment from my work. Cheers. (Cue to lift pint of Irish cheer.)

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To start you out, I'll post the following. It's not a One Nation Underdog series poem, but rather a two-summers-old senryu threesome about North Korea missile crisis fun times. Enjoy.

Caution: Diplomats at work

I.

forget it g-dub
you don't know what you're doing
put the bombs away

II.

what'd you say kimbo
you've got a famine going
let the missile fly

III.

just back the hell off
don't smack them with the big stick
surely you can wait