A is for Acronym

I'm driving, hands on the yoke

I bought it by acting like One

But I dread every Monday

My eyes shoot missiles to the moon

Every night on Sunday

It's ok, let the bombs go off

Erase some of my misinformation

We're all in handcuffs anyway

But who's got the crooked stick

I'm flying, hands on the yoke

I was taught it by acting like One

But I dread every knock-knock joke

My co-pilot tells me as he eats

Blood oranges

It's ok, let the bombs go off

Erase some of my misinformation

We're all in handcuffs anyway

But who keeps beating me with wood

The death sales, the dead don't sell

How did it start, when did it sail

An all the ELFs have taken

The death ray off the shelf

So all our cells can scurry