I must dehaz the haz mat in the can
Before the fire and smoke can knock me down.
I get to use the gizmos in the van.
My friends are cheering from a far-off town.
"What is this haz mat's haz?" I ask aloud.
"Perhaps a dirty bomb that could explode,
And on exploding form a toxic cloud,
Or grow a third eye to a horny toad."
The bells on the detectors make me wary.
The gas tech's warning buzzer gives me fright.
I never meant to be a mine canary.
I plan to chug a cold one Friday night.
Before the yellow smoke can knock me down,
I'll activate my feet and leave this town.
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