Atom Bomb Poem by Thor Manchester

I wake up in the morning to a bomb.
Vibrating with thunderous clanking,
It fills my sound ears with napalm.
Pretty sure room 450 can hear it.

Oh every morning I must suffer.
But my roommate sleeps right on through it.
Dang his atom bomb of an alarm,
Starting my day could never be rougher.

From a dead sleep to a right angle,
Exploded faster than Fat Man and Little Boy.
Up on the top bunk I wish to strangle,
To stop the next drop so it can't deploy.

Wretched red lights shoot through my pupils,
Oh my agony for just a morning jog.
I can't take it any longer I will not scruple,
Upon that snooze button I will slog.